Circa a lifetime ago

boy: any plans for tonight?
girl: I don't know.
boy: well, you guys should come along to the loft. i am going to be playing there
girl: what, like an instrument?
boy: just come and check it out.

come evening and girl and various girl pals go by loft to check out a boy playing league pool (whatever that is)

girl: really? that's what you do. really?
boy grins.

And though he was really good, and his behind looked just yummy and fantastic, we got bored with him and moved to next bar and then then a club and ended up at a turkish post party (so called because bunch of turks threw it)

and somewhere during the night, the boy and i ended up dancing to random turkish music and then collapsed exhausted on the sofa.
and I slept on the boy's shoulder
and woke up two hours later and was walked home by the boy.

Girl: thanks for walking me home
Boy: you're welcome
girl: so this is where I stay
boy: ok.
girl: uhm....
boy: uhmm...
girl: ok then, good night I guess. you know, if you weren't bangladeshi, this is the part I where i would have kissed you. allrighty, bye then.
boy: ooook then...bye then.

Dearest boy,
Here's to us - 6 years and many kisses later (even though you still remain a bangladeshi)