I once had a crush on a beautiful girl. Would you believe that the infatuation lasted more than 24 hours? No wonder I started thinking that this was some serious business going on. I asked her out. I spent a couple of hours with her and my life changed for ever. I was no longer the same human being. I was transformed from within. Every moment of my life from then, I could smell the fragrances of joy, live with the debonair spirit of childhood that I had long forgotten. I learned what my deepest desire was. And I learned how to fulfill it. I was reborn. I became a new human being.
Because in those two hours I learned enough to resolve that I would never get involved in a relationship. (Following this resolution wasn't such a difficult thing to do though, because of the skeletal frame I have been blessed with and the female obsession with Herculean mesomorphic body types. If any girl came along for whom immaculate body structure was not an important criterion to be had in a boyfriend, then all I had to do was be my natural self. Then all would be well.)
Why did I write all this uninteresting crap today? Because today is the 5th anniversary of the divine incident. I like to call it as my re-birthday. Happy returns of the day to me.....
