THE 2AM DATE

                            " क्या हुआ जो वो मुझे मिला नहीं,  सिर्फ बदन ही तो एक रास्ता नहीं "

                                                                                                                 - azhar iqbal 

                                                     This is how I want it to go ... 

That's How it Went... 

Alright, I’m gonna be real about this one.

Matched this girl on Hinge—air hostess, hot , her vibe was flirty, used to do late-night chats.

 Yesterday Night, I’d had a couple of drinks, and I texted her,

“Come over to my place… 

She texted 'OK, share the location'

I shared the nearby landmark "Theobroma Kamla Nagar".”

Yeah, not exactly smooth, but direct. The idea was simple—we’d hang, maybe grab a dessert, and, if things felt right… get a little intimate. I was into her, and she seemed into me. That was the plan.

I told my friend about this, took his room, as mine was in a bad condition.

I was excited about her so bought some thing. (Boys know what thing i am talking about)

But the plan went sideways real quick.

She calls me—from Theobroma, Connaught Place. (BLUNDER!)

Wrong location. And she’s already there, waiting.
So now I’m dragging myself across the city, half-frustrated, half-hoping the night still has a shot.

When I reach, she’s clearly drunk. Not tipsy—drunk.
First thing she says?
“So what’s the plan?”
No smile. No warmth. Just that flat tone. Still, I try to keep it chill.

I say we should head to North Campus—safer, less crowded. I had my place nearby. (You know the vibe I was hoping for.)

We reach. It’s hot, we’re walking a bit, and the energy is just...off. She’s distant. Talking in short, cold replies. Kinda rude, honestly. Like she didn’t want to be there at all.

I asked her "What are you looking for?"  

She replied, "I am not looking for anything"  

(What, what does that mean, you are on a date and that)

She was looking a little off so I asked "Is everything alright, you seem a little bit off"  

                           ( I ASKED THE WRONG QUESTION )

Then She started THE RANT of her ex and that she still likes him ... blah.. blah and blah. 

Finally after some time she stopped and I took a sigh of relief.

We took ice cream from the 24/7 and went towards the campus road again in hope of a romantic conversation that can lead to my intentions.

Then, at one point, our hands brush—just casually.
And she snaps back like I’d crossed a line.
“Oh! What? No touching.”
Said it like I was a creep trying something shady. That moment just hit me—embarrassing and frustrating.

Still trying to salvage the night, I say,
“Come over to mine. Let’s have some beer, maybe watch something.” 
She declines. Flat out. No explanation.

Okay. Plan C—I suggest Hauz Khas. Maybe a club, some music, drinks, a better vibe. I book a cab, we head there.

And then…
Hauz Khas is shut. Everything. Not a single place open.

We’re standing there, in the dead silence of a place that’s usually buzzing. I try to talk again, but it’s the same cold shoulder. She’s giving off serious "don’t even try" energy.

Then she says it:
“You should go. I have a friend’s place nearby. I’ll head there.”

It’s 3-something AM. There are guys nearby giving her shady looks. I tell her, “Let me wait with you till your cab comes.”
And she yells.
“Are you dumb? Just leave me alone!”

That was it. That snapped something inside.
I got in the cab she booked for me and went home.

My friend had even cleaned up his room, expecting something good to come out of the night for me. (BRO CODE)
All for nothing.
I crashed on the bed, half-laughing at how miserably wrong everything went.

So yeah.
Was I hoping for something more that night? Definitely.
Did I get anything out of it? Just a story to tell you guys.

Your turn—got any late-night disaster dates?