Now now, look here. Its not like I dislike you or even hate you, I simply do not believe that you can be such a silly silly girl.

For appetizers, I don't like your accent. You can't help it. You claim you're from Delhi. Arre you see, I'm from the South. I'm a Mudraasi, the Sum-burr eating types yaar.  Hence, we shall be racist towards each other. Its ok. I don't mind it. I really don't. I'm not patriotically reaching out for us to all love the way the other talks and behaves. I'm happy with my Ta-meel crowd with some Mallus and Golts thrown in to the mix for jolly. Those poor Kannada people. No one remembers them except when people say Bengalooru has breezers sold at their Foodworld. Anyway, your accent - its a little grating. Because I don't understand your English. Its just that the pronounciations are a little off..ok maybe not little..maybe a LOT but thats ok. Con-gratulations for coming this far.

For en tree's, I told you I was going to New York for the weekend. And you say "Arre if I had known you are going before, I would have come too. But I have work, so I can't." So, this befuddles and muddles me.I don't know you. We are meeting for the second time at a creepy bowling alley. Hell, we're not even Facebook friends! Now that's a biggie. So the question of telling you about it is 0%, the chances of inviting you are -34.12%. But you won that round, you threw me so offguard that for the first time in my life, I was so flabbergasted at your presumptuousness, I was agape.

For dessert, you brought up your weight issues while we drank beer and ate french fries. I don't want to hear about the 'plat-oo' you had reached with your Bee yem ai. Really, I don't. But honestly, if you really did believe me when I told you anorexia saved my life and to throw up after every meal, you deserve to be anorexic.

Silly girl. I can't wait to hang out with Patels more often.
They definitely beat Srinivasans and Seshadrinathans and Krishnans and Anantharamans.