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the guy who doesn't speak English

Reaching a new city, for a short trip, I was exhausted by the almost cold response I was recieving from the men of this metro. I almost ended up giving up my pursuit to meet someone. All those men who look so decent, simply didn't heed to any kind of requests to meet. It was pretty much weekend, and I was bored to the core, and a message popped up for a casual meet. This person seemed not to be having the struggles of the millennials. He had the time, a bike (trust me, not many own one these days, at least at this place), and he was willing to meet in a moments notice.

We spoke, only to realize that he didn't know English!. Although he didn't know english, he was well versed in Kannada, Telugu, Hindi and Marathi. While I didn't know any of those languages. I spoke to him in my broken hindi, and he spoke in his broken English.

He was not educated much, but makes a good living out of agriculture and gold designing. Even though we struggled to communicate. I found it nice and refreshing. He was transparent, spoke out whatever was in his mind. Unlike me, who thinks a lot, it was quite nice to be with someone who didn't think much. Was he a "dumb blonde" type? no! He was sharp as a sword, and had his things sorted about than any of those I know. More than anything, he made me feel comfortable.

I felt safe, with this stranger, and ended up going to a party with him, met his friends and danced. I had a ball of a time, his energy, his passion and his body. I was very attracted to him. We made out. It was passionate and the kiss was raw affection. For someone who would think a lot about everything, and read between lines, he seemed pretty open and drama less. He wanted to open up a lot about him, but we didn;t have enough time to connect that way. He was just looking for friends (I wasn't sure if he was married, as he kept skipping the topic, and didn't mention about a wife), and I don;t think it'll go any further. But the time I had with him, irrespective of what he knew or the lack of sophistication, I felt so "accepted", even celebrated. His friends were pretty chilled and gave us our space. If only I meet someone like this in the future, to be more than just friends with. 

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