A new friend...

(Introduction: An excerpt from a chat this morning)
Rain rain go away says:
Why I wish I were still a virgin
http://people.indiatimes.com/xfiles/1162788.cms
RWW says:
hahahahahahahahahahaha
RWW says:
hahahahahahahahhahahaha
RWW says:
kya joke maara
Rain rain go away says:
RWW says:
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Rain rain go away says:
shutup bugger
Rain rain go away says:
heh heh
RWW says:
babe do u read my blogs
RWW says:
i met a lovely woman yesterday
Rain rain go away says:
oie
Rain rain go away says:
aha
Rain rain go away says:
and
RWW says:
and nothing
Rain rain go away says:
she was a virgin?
RWW says:
just gonna blog about it
Rain rain go away says:
she wants to sleep with you
RWW says:
no ya
RWW says:
no
RWW says:
why are u so one track
Rain rain go away says:
she is bisexual?
RWW says:
fuck off JB singh
Rain rain go away says:
how boring
Rain rain go away says:
because then i wouldnt be me
Rain rain go away says:
chup be
Rain rain go away says:
you meet a woman
Rain rain go away says:
and you want to blog about it?
Rain rain go away says:
bwahahahahahahahahaha
Rain rain go away says:
tujhe kya ho gaya Romeo?
RWW says:
yes... because i met a woman in Qatar
RWW says:
who is like me... unlike others... who enjoys Qatar
RWW says:
the small things of life makes her happy
Rain rain go away says:
the small things of life makes her happy = is NOT you
Rain rain go away says:
whatever happened to dreaming big?
RWW says:
gave up four things in life
RWW says:
greed
RWW says:
envy
RWW says:
anger
RWW says:
and...
RWW says:
AMBITION
RWW says:
I still dream big
Rain rain go away says:
hmm
RWW says:
but dream big about small things... like seeing new places, meeting new people, knowing them, understanding them, loving them...

I was wondering how to start this blog. JB Singh (Not her real name, thankfully) being who she is (won't use adjectives) helped me here (unintentionally).
I met a woman last night.
How I met her... well, we'll leave that aside. You'll misunderstand, most definitely.
No, it was not a date. Or you can call it that if you want. It really doesn't matter.
We went for coffee at Starbucks - a very very hep hangout at the Ramada Junction.
I don't know if she was being so sweet to have come and picked me up from my office, despite the fact she doesn't drive ("fears driving"), in a 'cab' or to have rescheduled her dinner appointment to meet me or make me realise I was not alone, and I could count on her for a friend... I don't know if she did all this because I am new here and she wanted to be a perfect Indian host for a fellow countryman in another country, or because she liked my face too much, or she liked my attitude. I really don't know.
But I could see it in her 'not-black eyes' she didn't want anything from me. She didn't expect anything out of me. She was... mmm... just she.
It felt nice to have met her.
We sat outside. The breeze was amazing, I was looking around - all the youngsters - (some of) the cream of Qatar - wearing trendy clothes, standing beside sexy cars, some sitting around, just enjoying the sight, like me.
It was beautiful.
She is beautiful. Flawless tanned skin, hair coloured blonde, pretty 'not-black eyes' (maybe I am turning colour blind, but I just couldn't make out what colour they were. not black for sure. Maybe I'll look more carefully today).
She is beautiful... a beautiful person, it seems.
After a long time I spoke fearless of being judged. Not that I even care, but it felt nice.
One thing that really really struck me was a statement she made very casually when somehow the toipic of "goodlooking people" came up.
"Aren't we all...?" she said, smiling, casually. Said a lot about her.
At 27 she's a professionally succesful woman. She's got everything going for her. Yet, down to earth. Awesome, isn't it? At least to me. Coz the place where I come from, the term down-to-earth does not exist in the dictionary. Delhi, I come from.
No no no no, don't get me wrong, I am not in love with her, nor do I want to be. The time when I used to carry my heart up my sleeve is gone, history.
But yeah, I love her. I love people like her, all of them. But that doesn't really mean anything.
The only thing it means is that I made a new friend.
She's beautiful...