Adam and Eve (Part - 2)

Saturday, 8 PM

 

I don’t why but I am starting to feel a bit weird now. It’s Saturday night and still I don’t feel like going anywhere. May be I am missing ‘something’ or ‘someone’ but not really sure what or whom. Is it just a hangover or more than that? You know I just had an omelette and it didn’t even taste the same. Not that I am a great cook or anything but it didn’t even taste like having egg in it. Haan!!

 

Saturday, 8 PM

 

I hate guys, I really do, all of them. He must be sitting in a pub right now drinking and drooling over all those bi*****; so typical of all these guys. And here I am wondering whether to watch ‘erin brockovich’ or ‘sweet november’ again. This time at least I thought he is the right guy, unlike that last one whose idea of romantic date was to play as a team and beat the hell out of terrorists in a game of counter strike; whole night. You know he simply hates coffee but once when I got sick he brought my favourite ‘café mocha’ and drank with me, just to give me company.

 

Saturday, 9 PM

 

Something is definitely wrong now. I have this beautiful bottle of Johnnie Walker Green Label right in front of me and I don’t even feel like drinking. She never used to let me drink too much and now that I have a chance I don’t feel like drinking. Should I see a doctor or a psychiatrist? I hated when she used to throw cigarettes out of my hand, always called me when I was sleeping, loathed my ‘cool’ jeans and once she even made me wear that stupid formal shirt for an interview. But, she was the only one who made me cheer up when I didn’t clear that interview.

I am really feeling thirsty now, let me go and get some ‘café mocha’ from the coffee house next door.

 

Saturday, 9 PM

 

It’s so late in the night and still I don’t feel like making a dinner. I anyways have gained so much weight coz of him; you know what he just eats like an animal. I never have anything left in my fridge when he is around. I hate when he never lets me watch anything else when his stupid cricket match is on, never keeps his apartment clean, hardly takes a bath and once he even dragged me to watch a damn play with him; though it’s a different matter that I really loved it.

 

Saturday, 10 PM

 

You know what; drinking coffee alone is not fun at all, it just tastes so bad. Should I give her a call, I mean just to drink a coffee with me?