Jerry Rock

I'm doing a favour when I say 'not so good', 'cause this was probably the worst date ever. But it wasn't supposed to be like that. It was after quite a while that I was meeting her, and I expected the magic to work something special today. But things never go as you expect, do they? It felt so awkward, as I walked back home. I mean, yes, ending a three year young relationship will feel bad, but this is not exactly that 'bad' feeling. Uncanny, awkward are the right words for it. But it shouldn't be like this. I wanted this, didn't I? All of those arguments, tensions and frustrations; this was a way better option than managing them. Being single has a lot of plus points compared to when you are with someone, especially when you are a guy. For instance, you can talk to anyone without having to explain your actions to someone. She always used to ask me about my friends, the girls in my class and who all I talk to. And when I asked her the same

I'm doing a favour when I say 'not so good', 'cause this was probably the worst date ever. But it wasn't supposed to be like that. It was after quite a while that I was meeting her, and I expected the magic to work something special today. But things never go as you expect, do they? A negative sensation was getting on my nerves, and it later got the better of me when I finally met her. She was late, like usual. But while this was not a problem on other occasions, I couldn't handle it today.  And to top all of it, the lady took my behaviour as ignoring her, and never really tried to ask my problem. Okay, I agree I asked her not to do so, but still she can at least understand that I was in a bad mood. I've always been the quiet guy, remember girl? I mean, you used to recognise me as the silent guy in the corner of the class, didn't you? P.S.:Excerpt from a coming soon story.

So, I've had some readers asking me about the end of the short story, ' The Story Of A Girl '. I guess the end is a bit confusing, so I've decided to write the explanation of the story.

Hi, my name is baby. This is not my real name, for sure, but this is all I know for now. In fact, everyone else still calls me baby, so I guess I'll have to do with this for the time being. This is my story. Presently, I'm living with a lovely angel. She cares a lot about me and loves me like a mother loves her child. She takes care of all my needs and wishes, makes sure that I'm never sad. When I feel like crying, she would tickle me to make me laugh and hug me and listen to all my problems. She laughs with me instead of laughing at me, and always helps me when I get in trouble. However, I've been through a lot before meeting her. It was quite a long time ago, but I remember it very well. 'It's a girl', I heard a female voice. The response was not very loud, apparently the other people in the room were not excited about me being a girl. Or maybe, my mother was too tired to respond. Yes, this is a better explanation. I mean, she's also a girl, so she sh