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From being a Ugly potato, puberty must be have done something right,as it was a surprise when every guy in Tinder becomes a match, when you go to the gay hub of India. Every other guy had the personality and an impressive profile. Coming from a small town where I can hardly hold a conversation with anyone, it was overwhelming. "That's because you are new to town", a guy I went out with told me. But what I realized is that, for someone who is usually comfortable texting one person at a time, and seeing one person at a time, it was hard for me to keep so many men in track. I didn't connect with even one guy properly. It was superficial. I wished that I met someone in person and it bloomed into something rather than choosing someone random online. But what are the chances eh?!

Sometimes I wish that I leave the country and meet someone abroad and settle down. It is not the easiest thing. May be I am fooling myself. Life is not that predictable. But, Miracles have happened, and I have heard them as stories. 

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