Day 95 of 100 Indian Tinder Tales
A from Bangalore shares her tale.
“There’s a beautiful boy I matched with. His bio said, he played the violin, was a Karate (black belt) and a meditation junkie. I laughed.
When we got talking, he suggested we to go to the best biryani place in town. It was a Military Hotel Mess. We then decided to go to an art gallery and look at Raja Ravi Verma paintings and spent hours in the gallery in silence. We then went to the park nearby and talked and talked until one of us suggested we eat, we went to shady erstwhile dance bar. Drunk on Old Monk and Coke, we walked back to his place. He lead me to the terrace and excused himself.
I looked around. There were paintings on the terrace. “Who leaves paintings on the terrace?” Some of them had turned black on the edges and yet there was nothing off about them. In fact they looked like they belonged there.
“You have naked woman on your terrace,” I remember telling him looking at the gorgeous futuristic paintings on his terrace. “I like naked women on my terrace,” he said and kissed me.
I lost my virginity to this man. On that terrace.”
