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failed dating history, but legit data collection!

When you landed on my blog, what came to your mind first?

Damn, there goes another 20-something woman, ranting about men are this, men are that.

This is not a rant, nor a cry for help. It is a series of terrible dates (trust me, I am being polite here), that sometimes make you want to kill yourself for even showing up or kill the other person.

Every date is a story, a funny experience, and a test of how long I can keep my sarcastic comments to myself. Spread across the bars of Delhi NCR, waiting for a so-called prince charming, but really, you are just hoping for a bare minimum guy to show up – one Saturday after another. 

Sitting on a shady, dimly lit table at Nehru Place social, or bar counter at The Irish House and that famous table at Sidecar, I wonder when will I leave the bar, hands in hands, with a guy I really like, and he likes me too.

Or will I always be just a girl in a bar?.