Seema's complaints

How is it possible that you don't recognize the most popular man in Kathmandu while he takes the table next to you in your favourite restaurant as he talks to his best friend, supposedly or so you read in the gossip blogs anyway, about how he thinks you're pretty cute. You've known this man for the last three years and still can't remember what he's all about. That's quite frustrating. Seema decided she would kick herself on the butt if that works we ever possible for her transgressions. The restaurant was yesterday, she had been going there for two years without encountering any celebrities how had he ended up there anyway.

Not that she had a crush on him, in case you took that uhh seriously, no she had a crush on a guy in her class who was already otherwise occupied who was always otherwise occupied because he was so goddamn cute and other girls wouldn't let him be at peace ever. She wanted him to just...chill out, spend some time with himself get to know him brood around in the canteen all by himself and then she'd sneak up on him offer her shoulders for him to rest on the poor guy and that's how they'd get going. And it would be different because she'd actually love and care for him instead of all these desperate women who just wanted to take advantage of him. Guys. Why are they so vulnerable and sad, the good ones anyway, that they'll just go out with any lipstick-wearing eyebrow-extending hoe that'll go talk to them at their most vulnerable, those poor creatures. Only if they waited for a bit they'd get to hang with awesome people like herself and not some cheap despos who just wanted attention from the guys. 

Not that all the guys were cute or adorable either, most of them were just as despo as those girls which is why Seema didn't understand why they didn't end up with each other and hogged the high-quality dateable people instead. It's not like they were into long term dating anyway.