Hita - Anita Claire Page 0,18
confused. I’ve seen Indian guys with non-Indians, and they act like normal dating people. Is it Anil, is it me, are we dating? I get that he’s busy, and I appreciate that he’s taking time out for me. I’m confused on where we stand.”
“Then ask him if you’re dating.”
“But I’m afraid of that conversation. At some level I don’t know him any more than I did the day we met. When we have dinner together we talk politely about work, food, and school. We don’t really talk about anything else. When I asked him about hobbies, he laughs and says guys in start-ups better not have any hobbies or their company will fail. He’s the perfect gentleman. I’m twenty-three; I’d like a little less gentleman and a lot more heat. Could I be giving off the wrong signals?”
Kristi listens intently to me, then says, “Why don’t you take the lead. Next time he asks you out, jump his bones.”
I find this advice strangely uncomfortable. I think back to the beginning of the summer as I tell Kristi, “Gray was real interested. Then again, he jumped my bones. Did you see him at Juliette’s party tonight?”
She shrugs.
“We said hello, and then it was awkward. What is it with guys?”
***
I’ve been spending my free time looking at cars, even though I’ve saved less money than I had hoped; or rather I’ve spent more than I’d thought. It’s strange, I don’t know why I spend more money working than I did going to school? Then again, if I look at the corner of my bedroom where the Warhammer set sits, I realize I never would have bought it if I was still in school.
I want a cute, fun, sporty car. All my friends have given me suggestions. This decision is becoming much more stressful than I ever thought.
***
After playing ping pong with Colin, he reaches the refrigerator first, “Let me guess, you want an orange Mineral Water.”
“Am I that easy?”
He chuckles as he fishes into the refrigerator and finds my preferred drink. Turning around he says, “Easy…probably not, but predictable.” He winks as he hands me the drink.
I ask him, “Do you know anything about cars?”
He shrugs as he answers, “Some.”
“I’m looking to buy my first car. There’re so many choices. I have it narrowed down, but I’m still not sure.”
“Which ones are you looking at?”
“My first choice is the Jetta, but I also like the Honda Fit and the Mini.”
“Hita, they’re all good cars. It’s like a job interview. No one can tell you what you like. You need to make your own decision. Have you test driven each car?”
I shake my head.
“You’ll know once you’ve driven them. The one that feels right is the one you should get.”
***
At lunch Caroline tells us, “This weekend I met this guy, Bobby. Man it got hot fast. He didn’t leave at three in the morning. He stuck around most of the weekend and we had quite a bit of up front and personal, if you know what I mean.”
“Was this a weekend thing, or are you going to see him again?” Kami asks.
“We had a great time. He said he’d text. He must be real busy since I haven’t heard from him yet. But I sent him a few texts.” Then she gives us a big smile, “Including some texts that should remind him of our weekend. I also checked him out online. Friended him on Facebook, and subscribed to his tweets. Last night on the way home, I drove past his place. I didn’t see his car. I guess he must have been working late.”
“You think you might be going overboard? Maybe you should wait and see if he texts you back,” Kami says.
“Kami, you need to make things happen. If you wait….”
She looks me up and down. “Has your new guy made a move yet?”
I slowly shake my head.
Caroline points at me. “If you don’t push guys, you’ll turn into Hita. Dinner and then nothing. Anyway, what’s wrong with that guy? Do you think his libido doesn’t work?”
I shrug. I have no idea about Anil, but Caroline sounds a little overboard, even stalky. I have a feeling that she isn’t someone I’d want to take dating advice from. Now I wonder how to get Anil moving without turning into Caroline.
***
Olivia and I take a hike at the Stanford dish. I tell her about Anil.
“He might really like you, and that’s why he’s not touching you. You know, he thinks you’re a good