Monday, April 18, 2005

You are...?

The_hitman: Hi, gorgeous!
Rose: Hi
The_hitman: asl?
Rose: You first
The_hitman: male, 35 years
Rose: Oh..
The_hitman: Why? Am I too old for you? *wink*
Rose:, nothing. forget it.
Rose: So...what do you hit?
The_hitman: Excuse me?
Rose: Your user name...
The_hitman: oh that! :)) Yeah, I am a hitman
Rose: What is that?
The_hitman: You don't know?
Rose: Why would I ask?
The_hitman: Be prepared, you might get scared. But you should not...
Rose: Tell me first.
The_hitman: I do contract killings...
A beat
The_hitman: I told you you'd be scared.
Rose: No
The_hitman: Really?
Rose: Yeah.
The_hitman: wow, I like courageous women.
Rose: lol

A week later...

The_hitman: So, how's it like being in a travel agency?
Rose: Better than being a killer (if you are one, that is) :)
The_hitman: Lol.You know what, you are a nice girl, I'd like to meet you.
Rose: And kill me? ;)
The_hitman: Come on, be serious. Can we meet?
Rose: That depends...
The_hitman: Depends on?
Rose: On one condition. You should tell me all about your profession. I want to know more.
The_hitman: Forget it, it's not for women like you.
Rose: Look, if you want me to meet a hitman, I might as well know more about his profession, no?
The_hitman: Hmm, you have a point. Ok...

The next evening, this time face to face...

Rose (sipping coffee): You don't look like a hitman. (Giggles)
The_hitman: Well, you do look every bit like a travel agency executive.

They smile. An hour later, they're walking down the road, feeling the gentle evening breeze on their faces.
"So what are you really?"
"Come on, I know when I see men. You cannot be a hitman."
"Is it written on a hitman's face that he's a hitman?" He laughs.
She laughs, but is serious the next moment. "Tell me".
He watches the traffic silently for a minute and sighs.
"Ok, I might as well tell the truth, why fib? I'm a builder."
"You could've told me that straight away, the other day."
"Yeah, I know, I should have."

They walk and talk for another half hour and walk back to the parking lot inside the empty compound. It's late in the night now.
"So being a builder is equally dangerous, hmm?"
He smiles. "It is. But we have to take our risks."
She smiles and nods in agreement.
"Do we get to meet again?" Mr builder asks.
Rose smiles. "I don't think so."
"Why?" He puts on his best smile.
She doesn't answer him. She gets on her bike.
He looks at it for a moment, unsure. "Hmmm, that's quite a ride for a travel agency executive."
"How can you be so sure I'm an executive?" She smiles mysteriously now. In fact he's a little uncomfortable with that smile.
"Yeah, told me..." He smiles, but barely manages...


The little pea sized hole in his forehead looks like a third eye, written by a cartoonist. She looks around and then down at him.
"Am so sorry we cannot meet again. You were kind of cute. But you know what, I have to take my risks too."
Then she kickstarts the bike to life.



Shobha said...

Hmm.....nice...I liked it! Initially I thought some questions left unanswered..lekin i guess somethings r best left to people's imagination :)

phatichar said...

That's the idea, Shobha, you got it! Thanks...