“There was something rebellious about him. She liked it. He tossed a cocky grin to reassert his impudence. She was reminded of a cheap American flick where the cheeky student hits on her professor. It wasn’t an age game but a mind game, where the possibility of disobeying a certain code of conduct was flirtatious.
She was enjoying the uncivil behavior but she maintained the appearance of aloofness. She played along. She teased him by her nonchalance. It was a mutual sly anonymous acknowledgement of an impending flirtation. She was oblivious to his existence in the conference room. She continued to address his seniors as she negotiated the terms and conditions for the impending partnership between the two media conglomerates.
She was his client. The transgression of official conduct made it more appealing. The thought of violating the law of gravity at a sacrilege corporate shrine that wore the superficial paint of discipline and a charade of morality & righteousness excited her. She suppressed a smile.
“I hope in our next meeting we sign the deal.” She smiled at his senior and excused herself. The meeting was over. But the game in her mind just got triggered.
He was cute and cheeky and definitely an arrogant eye candy. The smug grin on his face irritated her.
He thought her defiance added to her sex appeal. She was smart. Hawk eyes. She was struggling to avoid him. Cute. He knew she noticed him.
The undercurrent was undeniable.
Instant attraction bordering on coquettish transgression is highly combustible.
Fire
Passion
Fuel
Explosive
Exciting but short-lived.
The pithy courtship laced with disobedience and tomfoolery is like the headrush of that first swift long drag of marijuana racing through your veins, a sense of absolute abandon, and complete surrender of reason. It’s layered with moments and then more moments. It’s a live montage of clippings of ecstasy and complete abandon to reality. It’s an alternate existence. It’s liberating. An elusive high.
It’s unreal sometimes to fathom that a relationship can continue to give the high it did when you got into it. But should that stop us for the momentary thrill of a flirtatious encounter just to indulge in the high?
Women are always binded by moral conditioning, keeping the pretense of “the one” who would sweep them off their feet. They wait and wait but the sweep of feet never happens. They constantly censure their existence. They let moments of momentary indulgence just fleet by, coz ‘the hypothetical one’ might just arise from the horizon and it would be treacherous on their behalf to so selfishly indulge in another’s attention.
Why do women constantly judge and reprimand themselves?
She was enjoying the uncivil behavior but she maintained the appearance of aloofness. She played along. She teased him by her nonchalance. It was a mutual sly anonymous acknowledgement of an impending flirtation. She was oblivious to his existence in the conference room. She continued to address his seniors as she negotiated the terms and conditions for the impending partnership between the two media conglomerates.
She was his client. The transgression of official conduct made it more appealing. The thought of violating the law of gravity at a sacrilege corporate shrine that wore the superficial paint of discipline and a charade of morality & righteousness excited her. She suppressed a smile.
“I hope in our next meeting we sign the deal.” She smiled at his senior and excused herself. The meeting was over. But the game in her mind just got triggered.
He was cute and cheeky and definitely an arrogant eye candy. The smug grin on his face irritated her.
He thought her defiance added to her sex appeal. She was smart. Hawk eyes. She was struggling to avoid him. Cute. He knew she noticed him.
The undercurrent was undeniable.
Instant attraction bordering on coquettish transgression is highly combustible.
Fire
Passion
Fuel
Explosive
Exciting but short-lived.
The pithy courtship laced with disobedience and tomfoolery is like the headrush of that first swift long drag of marijuana racing through your veins, a sense of absolute abandon, and complete surrender of reason. It’s layered with moments and then more moments. It’s a live montage of clippings of ecstasy and complete abandon to reality. It’s an alternate existence. It’s liberating. An elusive high.
It’s unreal sometimes to fathom that a relationship can continue to give the high it did when you got into it. But should that stop us for the momentary thrill of a flirtatious encounter just to indulge in the high?
Women are always binded by moral conditioning, keeping the pretense of “the one” who would sweep them off their feet. They wait and wait but the sweep of feet never happens. They constantly censure their existence. They let moments of momentary indulgence just fleet by, coz ‘the hypothetical one’ might just arise from the horizon and it would be treacherous on their behalf to so selfishly indulge in another’s attention.
Why do women constantly judge and reprimand themselves?
What is so blasphemous about guilt-free indulgence and momentary thrill of amorous disobedience?
1 comment:
Beautifully written. But alas that does not spare your folly of making a very strong assumption of the women kind. Now do they really reprimand themselves? Is it a true representation of the womenkind?
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