2. The End

What could I say? He wasn't that impressive. But he was killing it, to be honest. So what I did was I asked for his details from my Mom as always, searched for him on all social sites, and requested a friend. My Mom filled with annoyance never bothers me by doing such mischief. Long live her liberty. Now what's creepy here is I gave him requests from a few non-existing chicks. Evil laughs. Those badasses could slay men with their curves. One hell of fun. And I used to analyze the behavior of men with those ids and with mine. Men of this age...now don't get me wrong with my notorious play. Every girl feels that. Why do men flirt with hotties and pretend to be gentlemen with the one they date. And Indian marriages, I'm speechless. Gone are the days when our parents saw each other for the first in their lifetime and agreed to get hitched no matter how bad they bark and bite in the future. Now the scenario is another way around. 

 

Getting back to him, I stalked his accounts. Fortunately, the chats won't last more than a couple of days, rarely a week. Now that completely depends on the complexity of his profile. And at last, I found some valuable proof so I could justify my rejection. Sometimes I feel I should be working with those undercover agents on public surveillance gathering confidential information to save the nation. Wow! mission accomplished. And the best part is the report submitted by the great detective and proof analysis by Mother House. She goes nuts and calls it off. And this looping process continues to certain N times where N is the exhaustion point. Angels everywhere.