Super "Men" - Part Duex

If you remember (I would be shocked to death if you did) I have blogged about my colleague Phil who helped me a great deal to prepare for the 10 mile run in Philly back in May. Not that you care to know, but miraculously I did manage to finish the run. No, I am not revealing the time I took to finish it. Who is this voice-over guy anyway who keeps asking me these uncomfortable questions.hmm!I know. Its that Stupid conscience!. Alrite alrite,I will tell them in some other post, happy?.

Coming back to the point, before I was rudely interrupted, Phil is into his forty's and hadn't had a chance to tie the knot yet. Iam sure he did tie knots number of times, but I meant not around a girl. Hmmm! even that's not true. Phirangees don't tie the knots I guess, but you get the drift. But being in a city which has a dating scene as lively as the typical scenes in Satyajit Ray movies, he one day confided in me the tough times he is going through in getting a date. (Look what the world has come to, a white asking a single desi for tips on dating..How ironic!). Not to disappoint him and finally seeing a chance to repay the effort he put in for my run, I decided to help him out. The place I live in is a minute away from one of the busiest, happening, hep street with European style restaurants, cafes, ice cream shops and what not and of course draws all different kinds of rich people with their fancy cars. (BTW I was told that the hepness of that area took a tumbling the day I drove in my car filled with baggage). Now Phil has quite an adorable snow dog. So I put in all the things together and used my not so existent brain to come up with a plan of picking up dates using the dog as the bait in that street and somehow convinced him one day to get his dog along for dinner.

We picked the busiest restaurant and an outside table close to the street walk way. Given the dog is adorable, but I failed to take into account its 110 lbs size which freaked the hell out of all women passing by, but attracted all the men who thought having that huge dog as a sign of machoness. So there we are explaining every Tom, Dick and Harry the breed of the dog, its eating habits, the size of its pooh while all the Mona's, Liz's and Sally's would stop for a second from a distance to say "Nice doggie" before they move on fast. So much for a grand plan. What else is Phil expecting anyway, if all my plans worked the way they were supposed to I would have been in the same restaurant dining with my lovely wife and two kids by now.