I haven't and I wasn't even there. Come to think of it, it's a little weird you can't tear loose of it."Then she lightened up on me a little. "Besides... it's more fun to hear your stories about the other things that go on. I like the look you get in your eye when you tell them."Our parents became friends when we were pre-schoolers. Early on, I teased her often. I guess I didn't know how to handle the unexplainable attraction I held for her since kindergarten. The teasing eventually stopped and. This was an incident happened in 2012 straight after my college.I was campus placed and joined in one of the software firm in Chennai on April 11th 2012, Induction was going on and I am busy in staring at girls came across from different parts of India.Suddenly I saw a girl in pink color dress with loose hair and fair skin sitting behind me and I couldn’t control my site of looking at her unless it was broken by a guy sitting next to me asking for a pen to sign on few documents.Even after. We ran to it.This place looked like a set out of a bad B-grade Hollywood movie. The term flop house would be generous. We stepped over a wino passed out in the doorway to enter a shabby hallway with a single light bulb dangling from a broken fixture. Andy had a death grip on my hand and her eyes were alive with fun and desire. The desk clerk, who may have been a throw back to the Neanderthal age, eyed us suspiciously before giving me the key. Reluctantly, he gave me one clean sheet when I. That was where I met Jeff.It never occurred to me that men would even go. I was pleasantly surprised at the number that did attend.We had both walked to the bar at the same time. He gave a slight bow, smiled and motioned for me to go first, saying, “Please” to me and, “I’ll get the ladies’ drink,” to the bartender.How gallant and handsome I thought, as I smiled in return, saying, “You didn’t have to do that.”“I know. That’s what makes it such a pleasure. My name’s Jeff by the way. It’s nice to.