Flirting, not love, needs loyalty; a few minutes of loyalty.
You see an attractive
guy, and when you’re trying to let him know you’re interested in him with your
eyes, you’re bound by a necessity to not check out other guys. You’re being
loyal to him for those minutes, to get his attention.
If you’re sitting in
an Uber with a hot guy, you’ll try to not check out other hot guys outside of
your cab window. You get a limited time to spend with him in the ride. You’d
like to let that guy know that your interest in him is exclusive, and you hope
he gets the hint. If you get a phone call in the ride duration you politely
tell the doodhwala in elegant English that you need 1.5 litres of the nutrition
liquid supply for today and when he goes “Kya medem?”, you say thanks I’ll
catch you later. Impression is everything. You, ergo get a short flirt story
that ends happily because none of you talk but acknowledge your interest in the
other person’s presence through the eyes to create a fictional magical world
for a short time that nobody can take away from you.
Aww. Sweet.
Sometimes it gets more real. The guy tries to approach you
and tries to talk. And the words come out in a chemical composition that react
with your disinterest hormones to produce strain in the eyeballs that make them
roll and you’re now travelling in an Uber with an annoying creep rascal you
wish you had never seen and the doodhwala has called again and you’re yelling
at him this time and why did you take this uber in the first place and you
should have woken up earlier and why are the guys such losers man I deserve
better why do I always judge by the looks so poorly I am so hollow and hey,
cute guy outside at the traffic signal on his bike, is my hair okay?
