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I am telling myself this. In fifteen minutes, I will go back to Ping (Recreational Center) and do lifting, strength training, and cardio. I hope that it makes me feel as good as it did yesterday!


The only thing I have to go on currently are some workouts I printed out from Glamour.com, which is an AWESOME site with journaling, diaries, and calorie counters, lots of stuff one wouldn't expect from a pop magazine.


So anyway, I am about to tell you why I don't like Indian guys. I am quite prejudiced about them. My mum told me that and I said that I enjoyed talking smack about them/being abrupt and borderline rude to them. Here is a story.




I was in the public library about three years ago, when I was perusing the computer lit section and one book stood out at me. It was entitled, "The Ethical Guide to Hacking," by a fellow known as Ankit Fadia. I read it. It was something that anyone could have gleaned from the internet. Not too interesting my my standards; I'd rather read Mario Livio; that is true fucking intellect and awesomeness. Mario Livio. On that count I waded through 'The Accelerating Universe,' which tied my brain into knots for at least two months.


So one day I was sorting through my shit and I remembered that Ankit Fadia might be on Facebook, considering his real name. So I looked him up and added him as a "Friend." Well, I mentioned him in one of my first notes, saying that he wrote a book I had read quite a while ago. He said in response, "nice to be mentioned in ur note haha." Well, all right, I thought. I sent him a message saying that if he ever came to Ohio, he should look me up.




Well, I had been in a very intensive internet relationship with a guy called "J" for quite a while. However, Ankit only gave me like 30 hours notice to say that he would be in the capitol city, Columbus, to give a seminar.


I frantically searched my friends list on Facebook, calling people I had no right to call, but was desperate. Not that I thought he was attractive (he's kind of fugly, and Indian) but because I wanted to talk computers with him.

So I couldn't find anyone to take my to Columbus. However, J came to the rescue and picked me up outside my dorm.

J and I were always hanging off each other for that day, never leaving the other's sight and spooning and groping whenever possible. It was very friendly. A little too friendly.



Well, it was a funny thing, really. J and his friends were so nice to me! I met his family and everyone treated my like royalty. It was so surreal because NO guy had ever treated me like I meant something to him, that I was special and worth spending vast amounts of time with.


So J, his uncle Skip, and I went to meet Ankit at his hotel. When we got there, J's uncle--a network security guy--tried to strike up a conversation with Ankit's The driver said that they could come to the seminar, he tried to talk them into it. They reluctantly said okay and followed them to the building. I rode with Ankit and his driver.

Apparently Ankit was shifty to begin with. In the hotel, he refused to meet anyone's eyes. He looked like a skinny, ratlike street urchin. But I say that about most Indian guys. Maybe not the ratlike part, though.



So I tried talking to Ankit, saying how hard I had tried to get there and how I had to rely upon someone that I had met on MySpace. His driver flipped shit, telling me that wasn't safe. He said that he'd take matters into his own hands and said that it was dangerous and that he was going to call someone to take me back to Athens right away!


MAJOR WTF MOMENT.



So we stood apart in the parking lot, Skip and J together a few cars away with me and Ankit next to the auspicious driver. The driver was on his cellphone, talking rapidly. He told me to tell J and Skip that it would cause a QUOTE "ruckus" if they went in, dressed in street clothes, even though he had convinced them to come DESPITE their initial reluctance! He then remarked that he was very surprised that J and I were touching and holding hands...he thought that J and I must have been close IRL since I had not met him before.


This guy was clearly out of his mind. He told me that he would get someone to drive me back to Athens. I feebly told him that I still had stuff at J's place, but he said that he would go back for it himself.


UH, OKAY SO



In the end, I didn't get to see Ankit's lecture, even though the driver said that I was Ankit's "Guest." He dumped me in some guy's office, where we talked about something involving flow charts, operating systems, and software development. The guy was nice as hell. Thanks to him I barely cried out of shame and embarrassment.


Well, I didn't have a phone with me. So I couldn't call J's uncle, Skip, when it started to turn dark outside! I'd been in the guy's corner office for THREE HOURS and no one had thought to check on me.



I called J's roommate; J didn't have a phone either. J's roommate incorrectly identified me as J's ex, Laura. His roommate told J that I sounded like I was in distress, which I most certainly was. The message somehow got to J and Skip, and that was that.


I later heard that J and Skip, both big guys, had entered the front of the office demanding to know where I was and not relenting when people tried to shoo them away. Finally, they arrived at the guy's office. I thanked him profusely and left with J and Skip.

I went back to J's apartment, where we watched The Count of Monte Cristo. During the movie, his roommate's cell rang again.



Wonder of wonders. It was Ankit.



Well, he apologized for his driver's overzealous nature and said that " was as hot as I looked on Facebook." I was kind of confused by this, but said thank you anyway. He said that he'd arrange some transportation to me, but counted on my "host" to recommend a bar or club that he and I could go to. Jasen and his roommate looked at me knowingly but didn't say anything.

"Well, I don't know," I said. "How will I get back?" He said that he'd call a cab.

J's friend cracked up and yelled, "He's just doing it for the fucking!" Ashamed, I apologized to Ankit and said that I hoped he hadn't heard."


SILENCE


I then realized, in that terrible moment, that this had only been a booty call. How had I not seen it before? Only a naive idiot would have not noticed. But a naive idiot I was.

I told Ankit I wasn't going to sleep with him. He said, fine, but I'm leaving at six am tomorrow.



Ew.


I ended up telling him goodbye and sat down to watch another movie with J and his roommate. It was fun, probably the most fun I had ever hand with a stranger.



Later in an AIM conversation, J told me that when I hung up the phone, he was so damn happy. That he was better than the goddamn alternative for once.


J thought himself a loser, a geek who played DnD and WoW. I thought he was wonderful. Smitten, I was.



THAT WAS THE BIGGEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE, TRUSTING HIM. J, I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL.



That's all for now; I've been writing for twenty minutes, and I'm overdue for a time at the gym.


Well, if you have read this through, I hope you enjoyed my narrative. I'll be blogging every day!