French kiss

Yesterday I was at a cafe by myself when a man came and sat next to me.

Our eyes caught each other, I smiled, he smiled, we talked. He was French. No, it didn't end in a kiss.

It was broad daylight, this was an outdoor cafe, and in any case, my life is rarely that exciting.

A conversation with a complete stranger. Male stranger.

I wouldn't have had it with him if he was Indian.

If he was Indian and he smiled at me, and tried to talk to me,  I may even have left my meal halfway, paid the bill and walked away.

But maybe if he was Indian but very old and doddering and his eyes caught mine, and he smiled at me and started a conversation, I would have responded.

Sigh.

Men and their reputations.

spot the difference

"Small children and adult men are both alike. They have no sense of boundaries and touch you everywhere."

-- Romangst

"Have you tasted dosa with honey? It is so yummy. It is so good. It is like French food."
--- Overheard in my kitchen. Spoken by a friend.

To which my brain now says -
"Aadmi hai ya menu card?"
--- Overheard in the film, Oye Lucky, Lucky Oye!