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He is becoming a regular on Valentine's day. Incase you are wondering who I'm talking about ,it's the guy whose Valentine's day I ruined!
BeforeI tell you how, I need to let you know that I had no intentions of turning his romantic day into a nightmare.
Valentine’s day: 2006
Venue: At a mall in Bangalore, India
My sister and I are waiting for the restaurant to open.
With 20 minutes to spare and not wanting to look at each other’s faces, we are drawn to the sign which read,
“Enter at your own risk…”
A haunted tour!
“It’ll be fun,” we say.
We pay for our tickets and walk in, excited to be scared.
Within 20 seconds of being in the haunted place, I am screaming at the top of my lungs.
My sister, who is tinier than me, does not seem strong enough to protect me from what lies ahead.
So I decide to do the next best thing - I grab hold of this guy’s shirt/ arm and hold onto it for dear life.
Who is this guy? No idea; just a dude with his girlfriend, who was walking in front of us. He must have thought it’s a great idea to take his date to a haunted tour, where he could play the chivalrous hero and protect his girlfriend while she was scared.
Anyway, instead of helping me, he tries to get me off him (like you would try to get a bug off your shirt - not very chivalrous to push away a damsel in distress).
But all I could think about was my safety so I lose all my inhibitors and squeeze my way under his arm, to hold onto his bony body as tight as I can.
I hang on for dear life, digging my nails into his ribs and refusing to let go because I know this guy is my means to getting out safely.
Between his squeals (from the physical pain), my screaming and the laughter from his girlfriend and my sister, it’s mayhem.
We even had the zombies & ghosts laughing.
The good thing was I didn’t let go of this guy for the next 10-15 minutes of this tour.
By the time we came out, he looked like a zombie.
He had no idea what had hit him.
Outcome post-tour:
His girlfriend is laughing at him.
The guy looks traumatised.
My sister and I cry-laugh our way to the restaurant.
And then we toast to the stranger who chose (was forced) to protect me.
PS: I have no idea if they went out afterwards. Well, even if they did, I’m sure romance was the last thing on his mind.
Moral of the story:
I really wanted this story to have a moral but couldn't think of any!
Unless you can see one - then please let me know.
But I’m super grateful for your time. :)
Hope you have a better Valentine’s Day than that guy. ❤️
xo
Indu