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  1. If I were there, would just reach for my guns 🙂
    actually I would reach for the fondue, look into her eyes from across the room, give her a “Joker” smile, and the next thing she would feel would be the cheese on her face.
    actually I won’t really do that. I never hurt women, but then again, cheese on face doesn’t hurt, does it?

  2. brilliant stuff….

    the trick that works for me is to think what the poor sod missed by missing out on me and then mentally showing him the finger in my head (basically summoning up all the defence mechanisms you can ever find).

    yeah… still there is a chance that might not work…

    some people are like that. Damn.

  3. Well this happened with me once, what i still do not know is …. does the love of another woman/man cures this chronic condition … or will the deep crush/love haunt someone forever inspite of what has happened after that

  4. Distance is such a double edged sword isnt it? When its there, it hurts like hell. When its gone it reopens old wounds. Maybe time follows the same principle. and the entire theory of time being a healer just sucks….

  5. hmmmm… is this how it goes? I guess it must be, because so many people identify with what you’ve written.

    I on the other hand am great friends with everyone I’ve ever gone out with, so the only thing I would do is go over & give/get a great bid hug. Friendship simplifies things somehow. Just my op though.

  6. Well my options would have been:
    1) eat
    2) eat
    3) eat
    4) eat
    sparing a “dekho” (or even a thot) for some weirdo (read loser and more) during my meals??? not worth it.
    My (unsolicited) advice wud be, get going, njoi yur meal (n maybe some tiramisu to top it all). Burp!!

  7. *shudder* *shiver*
    WHO are you? Are you me? Do you live in my mind or did you once take a grand tour of my mind? You’re the ONLY blogger who’s been far too close, far too many times. No wonder then, I HAD to comment. Its not just “Encounter” or “Love Actually”, you know. All of your posts. Think I shud pay you to write my blog too – you’d do an infinitely better job of it, provided you didn’t SCARE me away first 😛

    Me…I was dying silly to go over and talk. But luckily there wasn’t any cheese fondue (read temptation) in sight /)

    p.s. he was chubby too… *wail* Why do I think we might be alter egos or doppelgangers or whatchamacallits

    Defense mechanisms depend on distance, I feel.

  8. @ DC: In this case, I’m pretty sure he wasn’t.

    @ Ashish: Actually I don’t even want to know anymore. I don’t want to remember that he exists.

    @ Sense: Nope, you wouldn’t. Not in this situation. You do know who I’m talking about, don’t you?

    @ Shreyasi: This isn’t one of those times or people, trust me.

    @ Deepika: Then it’s the kind of love that’s a dirty four-letter word.

    @ Brad: And I’d dunk your face into the cheese fondue (especially if you don’t bring me chocolates!!!!!)

    @ JulieLuongo: Actually he was pretty chubby even when I last knew him. 😀

  9. Ignore him. Peon. Let him eat his cheese like the lowly peasant he is. If he’s lucky, one day you might deign to glance his way. And on that day, you will meet his eye and think, “whose’s that poor, bloated fellow?”

  10. I’d probably muster courage to strike up a conversation outside while my inside will burn and carve in.

  11. erm… Maybe we’re built differently, but My options would be:
    a: Hide & scoot
    b: Curiosity getting the better of me, go up and ask how he’s been, and flaunt my wellness in his face (look whatcha aint never gonna get, you loser!)
    c: Look, smile, and continue with fondue, and be a scintilating conversationalist, so he’s the one who comes up and strikes a conversation.

  12. ‘Why is it that you’re the one being embarrassed over what happened and unable to meet the gaze of the one that performed the heinous crime of breaking your heart?’ Has been a million dollar question in my life….they say time heals, but at such moments, all the time that has passed since the emotional holocaust seems mere a fraction of second and we are back to where we were left! I always wish we would have had some mechanism to know what the other person is thinking at that moment…I’ll bet my life-time salary on it 😉