Part I

*HOOT*

"Check HER out, man."

I looked at Nayan, utterly zonked.

"Who the fuck talks like that anymore, man?" I said, and shook my head.

"Dude, just check her out."

I looked at the girl he'd pointed out.

Except, I couldn't believe she was the girl.

Nayan wasn't the kind of guy to point out chicks who weren't totally drop-your-pants hot. Yet, here he had pointed out someone who was too real a beauty for him to ever have considered worthy. Or at least that's what I had presumed. I looked at him, shocked yet impressed, at how much his horizons seemed to have widened. Maybe he was becoming mature or something.

"Her? Wow, man."

"What? No, not her. HER."

I looked exactly in the direction he was directing my gaze, and sighed. Sure enough there was a thin, tall, skinny girl with straight hair and a short skirt, and not enough of an ass to shake, requiring her to move it an extra three inches every time she moved, just to make it look like it existed.

"Dayem!" I said sarcastically, and looked sideways to see if he'd bought it. He had.

I patted him on the back as he moved away to check her out from another angle.

But I didn't move. I was still looking at her. Not HER, her. My her. 

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I walked away from Lakshya. I knew his 'Dayem' had been fake. He wasn't into girls like I was- in more ways than one, if you know what I mean.

Personally, I think that's just his excuse for not getting any.

It's much cooler to say he isn't attracted to girls who don't like him, rather than saying he's attracted to them and then never getting them, isn't it?

Well, that's what Lakshya seems to think.

Enough about my homies.

I had my target for the day set. There she was. Shallow as a pit. Just waiting for someone to notice her. She was lucky I'm the manwhore I am.

Suddenly I felt the urge to look at that girl again. Not the one I wanted to nail, Lakshay's one. I stopped in my tracks. I was so shocked I even felt the urge to do that. I gave her a quick glance that I knew I would never admit to having given later. She was exactly the kind of girl Lakshay would want. There was no denying she was pretty. And even from a distance I could tell she was a riot. But, she was exactly the kind of girl who was capable of killing the Barney in me. She was exactly like Robin.
I walked up to my OOF (object of fixation) for the day.
I looked her up and down,  just for effect and said, "How You doin?"
Or at least that's what I would have wanted to say.
But, we're not cool enough for that.
I'm going to have to gain her trust, maybe even date her before I can get into her pants.
Or so I would have you believe.
I'd had her by the end of the day.
I'm the kind of guy who puts movie halls to the use they're meant to be put.

This girl and I probably only had one thing in common: Our belief in 'Fuck at first sight.'

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