the devil wears a skirt!!

Its plainly evident from my earlier posts that i am not quite on the better side when it comes to dealing with the opposite sex(if u have read my earlier posts that is or if u know me personally).I had always been a total suck up when it has come to facing the other species. All my attempts had one thing or the another nasty about it and which has made me want to be shot at by a full squadron. if u have any whims or qualms about the authenticity or truth of what i have said here i can fully assure you that they are misplaced. I am the worst as it gets when dealing with the opposite sex.

The misgivings date back to my senseless primary school years. I was in one of those famous co-ed schools in the city(name left out for obvious and not so obvious reasons).
If i could sum up those five long years..it was like being between the devil and the deep blue sea..the teachers and the girls of course(i leave it your imagination to decide which is which).It has been the story of my life.

Remembering the particularly nasty anecdotes of those years i can but faintly remember a few of them. One of them happened when i was in my third standard. It was one dry afternoon and i was loitering around as usual..its then i suddenly caught sight of one of the girls in my class and her parents standing near the staff room. It was a common sight those days. Later in class i accidentally happened to remark that this girl's dad happened to look like one of the villain characters in the films. With a dark long handle bar moustache and a beer belly he did look like one of the stereotyped villain of yore whom you expected to pounce upon the heroine and later on get beaten up by the hero. The girl on the the other hand didnt seem to get the drift and ran to my class teacher claiming i had publicly insulted her dad. The teacher too failed to see my immaculate and innocent imagination and ordered me to stand outside the staff room for 3 afternoons.

I was but destined to suffer more at the hands of this wild testosterone lacking beasts.. Another time it was during one of the boring social science period if i remember right. Terribly bored and the teacher showing no signs of stopping i was looking around for ways to interest me.. the girl in front of me was so intently listening to the teacher ranting on.She had a ponytail sort of hair-do and i was pretty amused by the way it kept wobbling. I dont know to this date why i did it but at that odd moment i caught her hair and yanked it back(she later said it hit the bench too). She jumped up and started yelling.Needless to say i was thrown out of the class and was made to stay there for a week.My unlucky streak with the girls showed no signs of abetting as the days passed.. i recollect another incident when i was made to sit between 2 girls on a bench of three for a month. It was sort of rehabilitation period for me. It was one of the most maddening experiences of my life and even the mere memory of it sends shivers down my spine. My bench mates didnt even so much as smile at me and all they had for me was frosty stares which they threw upon me in abundance.

Incidents followed one after the other and all i was left with was unpleasant memories of my encounters with the opposite sex and i pretty much learned to avoid them..

I was saved the need to put up with them for any longer by divine intervention as i landed myself in a unisex school. From then on the interactions have been always from safe distance if at all any happened that is.

All that is well is never destined to end well as i soon found out. Years of carefree joy was followed by college. it meant it was time for the beast to be back amidst the beauties... but then... that is a story of itself and so maybe another time..

All that i can say with convincing honesty is that i have come to learn one thing in life.. a devil to me is not one with a smirk on his lips in a tall dark gown with wicked horns and a spear on his hand..its one with lip gloss .. a skirt and a matching hand bag!!!