After reading a lot about online dating apps, I decided to try one out this weekend.I had no expectations in mind while creating an account or looking for guys, as I never really believed I’d find someone. I was just doing it for the experience. Looking through matching qualities and hobbies, I found a couple of guys I liked, out of which one guy liked my profile too. (You find a match when both people like each other’s profiles)
Coincidentally, Abhay was of the same caste as mine (not that it mattered), and of my city too. We started talking to each other and it was surprisingly....great! Our conversation went on for so long we felt as if we had known each other for years. We discussed everything from our family background to our work that day...and continued to chat even after that.So after chatting for some days and after his insistence that we meet once, I agreed. I thought to myself, “What’s the harm? I’ve spoken to him and he seems like a good guy.” I’ll admit that I was quite happy about having found someone of my caste, my city and someone who actually enjoyed talking to me!On the said day, I got ready and Abhay called me to a popular market where he picked me up on his Bullet! I sat down, but I was really nervous and almost wanted to change my decision and go back to my place. But, taking a deep breath, I climbed on and we went to a coffee shop. On the way, I kept some distance between us, holding to the back handle of the bike. He indirectly told me to be comfortable by holding him as I might fall, but his trick didn’t work.Reaching the coffee shop, we ordered coffee and spoke for a while. After that, we decided to call it a day and head to whatever other plans we had. He dropped me back and I shook his hand and told him that it was great meeting him. For my own part, I was truly glad that our meeting had gone well.
When I got back home, I was smiling from ear to ear. That ride, his voice, that feeling of meeting him was so amazing...till I got a text from him after an hour.He said, "You are very simple and that’s great. But tum bohot patli ho yaar... tumhara size kya hai?”I was speechless.He wanted to know my “size!” I mean, why? For what reason? Does it matter? He didn’t look like an actor but I liked him the way he was!I ignored that message and kept asking him about our first meeting, but he kept insisting that I tell him my size. He also kept adding that he was “just asking.” He’d messaged the same thing that morning as well...and I made the mistake of telling him my waist size. To this he replied - "And?"That’s when I understood that he actually asked for my bra size!Everything that I had felt for Abhay was lost in a fraction of a second. I lost all respect for him at that moment. Finally, I dropped him a message saying, "It was great meeting you for first time, until you asked me my size. You ruined my mood in seconds and I feel very bad. I didn’t expect this from you."
He replied, "Come on baby, why you are getting so serious? Sirf size hi to pooch raha hoon."He had the nerve to say that he was just asking me my size! I was livid with anger and completely ignored him.The next day he texted, “What do you think of us? I think we will be good for each other and will make a good couple.”I replied, “Really? I don’t think so. I think I deserve a better guy than you.” But to be honest, all I really wanted to say was “F*** Off.”I deleted his number from my phone, along with the dating app. All I can say is that I’m glad I didn’t entertain his nonsense!*Names changed to protect privacyImages: ShutterstockHave a story you’d like to share? Just drop us an email here with your story – don’t forget to put #MyStory in the subject line. We’ll get back to you about whether we can feature it.