Thursday, November 10, 2011

It's Raining Men!

You know these men. You know them rather well. So much so, that you can scribble about them with eyes half shut and brain half asleep. It's past midnight, but these men- they're raining! No Pun Intended.

There are those who look you straight in the eyes, pick up your checks, drop you back home, insist on hugging you goodbye longer than necessary and tell you stories about how they get stoned every single day. Of course, they're kids. And you sort of have to stop to wonder whether or not it is illegal for you to even talk to them.
Speaking of illegal and age gaps, there are also those who should be doing all the wondering about them breaking some state laws when they talk to you. But of course, that's not their style. They are too classy and too bloody charming for such pettiness. They are the ones with the salt and pepper hair that just add more character to their ever so twinkling grey eyes, that are filled with one story too many. If only the slight complication of their marital status didn't exist, life would be so much simpler for you. Anyway, what would life be without people finding your mind sexy and hence wanting to fuck it all the time?
Then there's that bitch called comfort. And the sons of bitches; The Comfort Men. You know the comfort wont last too long because there are those who are probably almost their 'marriageable age' (whatever the hell that is!!!) and hence, well, they'd be married. Soon.
However, the brothers of these happen to bump into you ever so regularly of late. You wonder if that's a sign or just one of your many bad judgements from too much alcohol.
Now that comfort is out of the window, you might want to settle for 'compatibility'. Oh yes, they are completely different phenomenons. Compatibility is more on the lines of 'the one'. The apparent 'the one' and you wont end up together because it doesn't matter how much love/lust/passion (and all other ingredients that go in the making of  'the one'?) both of you may have for each other. What matters is that they and your friend have had sexual and love history together for some 2345686543 years. And even though they have managed to stay successfully 'broken up' for close to a year now, it just doesn't matter. SO ya. She wins. Not that this is a competition.
But if you had to compete, would you compete with the girls that those are in love with for 'emotional support'? You know, those men who make you pretty happy when they're around but don't matter when they're not? They are the ones who imply 'dirty talk' all night, walk with you all through the chilly evening, buy you smokes and just when you think your hormones are going to get happy, they tell you about some 'girlfriend' (oh! they use air quotes!) in a foreign land. You, like a sane individual, argue that long distance relationships don't work because of lack of physical intimacy. They defend it by saying she's there for 'emotional support'. You then realise that they don't have friends, are probably sad and hence, every part of your soul tells you that the sanest move now would be to comfort them. By sticking your tongue down their throats. 
You don't.

It's raining men, indeed!

do not lead us into temptation, but deliver us from evil.


  1. Temptations aren't always evil. Maybe you make 'em that way. Thine is the kingdom, Priyam. Kingdom of men. However,OPT wisely...because every kingdom falls.
    On a lighter note, it doesn't even matter. You been with say 9872173645291 men until now. And in the last one year, you've dated(to my knowledge) about 10 men. Out of those ten, I have seen you fretting about 4/5? The ratio clicks something informative in you pea sized brain?
    I'd tell you.
    You fall in love QUITE a lot. And the number of men that bother you in trivial or humunguous ways are also MANY in number. So, 'raining men' would more or less, always happen.
    P.S.- It is a good thing.

  2. The men who make us happy when around and easily forgotten when not. Yeah. That is all I can connect to:)

  3. Hahaha. This made me laugh.
    These bastard men.

  4. HARIYALI :) :)

    "Thine is the kingdom, Priyam. Kingdom of men. " I like the sound of that :P
    I have not been with that many men. You can't fantasize about me all the time and then add it to your mental list of my men. Yes yes, I know you do :P

    Raining Men. I'm not saying I complainnnnn, now do i? :P

    P.S- HOW is it a good thing?
    P.P.S- youuu :*

  5. @Stolen Halo- Ah well :)

    @Isha- Them Bastards. Yeah.

  6. You've ALWAYS had raining men. Don't kid yourself. Or your audience.

    Out of curiosity, have I, by any chance, made it in the post?
    I'm so excited to have found your blog. I like how there's no way you can avoid me here or 'not answer'. Lol.

    All my love and more. Be good.

    -You know me.
    You don't need to know me.

  7. Men, I am always unlucky with them.
    Either our timing to have FEELINGS for each other does not match, or I am just the bummed shoulder-tocry-on best friend. Or weird things ppl believe in,....Blah...its raining here, yet I am dry. Blah!\
    Loved the post...the COMFORT MEN!! <3

  8. @Anonymous. I would lie if I told you I am not creeped out. Reveal identity?

    @Tangerine- Ohh! The best friend card! *rolls eyes* Yea. Been there.. :P

  9. Okay, not that many. 9872173645291 -2 = 9872173645289.
    And I agree with the anonymous person out here. It has always been 'raining men' for you. Complaints? Not quite. I rather think that it is quite a subtle and indirect way of flaunting what you possess!
    And, that, really is, awesome, if I might, add.
    Take care.

  10. @Youuuu- Don't agree with people I 'know' but 'don't need to know'.
    Not flaunting! :P

    @Tx- Awww :)

  11. If such men are raining for you, I'm caught in a bloody typhoon, they are swirling all around. Oh well, considering my age...(sigh)

  12. Yes yes. Because you're a 100 years old apparently. :P

  13. the kids,the older ones,the comfort ones,the compatibility ones,the emo support...lady you got the classification bang on.

  14. Heya! I am anything but creepy. And see! I actually have some here who agree with me. You be good, kid.

    keep writing.