Intimacy with an Indian girl

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Okay, so, yeah, one day when I was heading down the highway between Agra and Jaipur in India, my driver and friend for the occasion introduced me to a friend of his and it clicked. His friend was a she and she was lovely and lived in a small cabin next to the highway.

I spent five nights with her in that cabin and during the day we drank Miranda and played Backgammon and on the sixth day we got into an argument about money about with I will not write and I had to leave her. Only five days, but did we love each other for the 122 hours we shared! Did we love each other for every single one of the six thousand Rupees the final argument was about!

This girl, this wonderful Indian girl, how she proved that Indian girls are the world’s finest, sweetest, most caring creatures… And how she proved wrong the false adage that Indian birds are prude. Never have I loved and made love so easily and thankfully as with my own Bollywood princess.

Nevertheless, it was not in the bed we shared most, but in daylight with a soda and the Indian sun on our bare legs. My miss India told me about her dreams, her wishes, her country.

She taught me about dating women, about Indian intimacy, about how to and how not to be. Useful lessons I still put in practice. For instance, that it is more important to be faithful in mind, then in body. She meant, when I asked for explanation, that you should continue to bring presents and give compliments.

Also, she taught me that there are questions that are off-limit, such as “Do you want to marry me?” and “Did you enjoy it as much as I did?” Some questions, she told me, will always trigger a No if you’re not driving an Ambassador.

Ay, my Indian love, why did we have to fight over money on the sixth day? I understood your needs, but thought the amount did not meet the demand… The things I learnt and how I learnt them, so I continued my way to Jaipur and never saw her again.