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Proceed With Caution: She May Appear Sweet Par Ladki Bomb Hai


A guy messaged me. 

I don't judge people. I talk to them politely. So very-very politely but not-so-humbly I replied this.

"Hey G****t,

First, see how I started by mentioning your name - it adds a personal touch and assures the reader the message is not a copy-paste.

Second, you don’t follow me or have interacted with me ever. When you will actually like a girl, invest your time in her. It’s very gentlemanly to do that. In millennial lingo, it’s about making a smooth entry.

Third, I truly appreciate your wordplay in the second paragraph. It has a personal touch. I presume from your bio that you are studying law, I’d suggest purely as someone who has studied law and is also a writer, use this skill to be a good lawyer.

Fourth, if this is a case of copy-paste to many girls, my message may hurt your ego or you would smirk at the fact that I replied back. Know I use every single piece of my writing to get a job. This would also help. So thank you.

Lastly, if you are genuinely interested in me and admire me the way you have written in the message, you will be proud of your choice. Humility aside, I do reply well. As a budding lawyer, I hope you will give me points for eloquence.

Saru
Yeah, that’s my name."

Why did I reply?

I understand many may not find the message bad, but his reply showed that he was lying. I don't like it when people hide behind the veil of anonymity or private account and write whatever they want to. I don't like this smug attitude where someone feels entitled. Respect and manners are outdated. Bad behaviour is the new equivalent to coolness. I don't know about others, I will not accept all these things on my social media accounts.

To anyone who intends to cross a line with me, don't do it. I will respectfully bury you with manners, logic and sarcasm.

P. S. I'm a bundle of contradictions, I will also complain, 'Why nobody hits on me?' Upar dekh ladki kya kaand kiya hai.

Comments

  1. These kind of messages really piss me off! I can totally relate with your angst. However the last line is really hilarious!
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  2. Social Media hai saru ji ye to hota hi rahta hai & don't worry mere jaise log bhi to hote hain na😊😊

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