Diary of a single girl

I had an interesting conversation with a model, who ruled the ramp 10 years ago. He used to be married, but there were reports last year that he was dating a model and his marriage was in trouble. I have known this Punjabi boy for a few years and it's always fun to spend an evening with him. We were at a fancy nightclub in Bandra and I learnt that guys think they know a lot about women from the way we walk, dress and wear our hair! It all began when a girl in her mid-30s passed by, wearing snug jeans. She was plump and had curly, waist-length hair. We both looked at her, and my friend said, "She must be really hot in bed." I asked him how he had reached that conclusion. He: Women with curly hair are highly sexed. Me: And how do you know that this is her natural hair? She could have had a perm! He: (Looking sheepish) Look at the way she walked. Me: Do women have different styles of walking? He: You won't understand. Guys know this stuff. Me: Interesting. What else do guys think they know about us? He: We get clues from everything - the way you talk, the language you use, the way you dress. Me: How can you sit in judgment? It's like saying a girl who dresses demurely is demure and a girl in a dress that shows cleavage is a slut. It's possible that the demurely dressed girl has had more affairs than someone, who wears a short dress. That's so stupid, not to mention, unfair to peg people. He: It's a guy thing. Me: (Irritated) Well, it's a dumb thing. I recently read a book in which a cop says that women with dark circles are horny. Really now! She could be an insomniac, or having a vitamin deficiency. Just because she has dark circles doesn't mean she's up for having sex all the time. He: Calm down. Guys talk like that. Me: Not the men I interact with. Maybe men from that small town you hail from think like that. Metrosexual men from cities don't. Just because I used the 'F word' doesn't make me a whore. You and your friends need to get your head out of the gutter. He: One innocent comment started this tirade. Let's talk about something else. Me: I don't want to. Not after knowing that you are probably judging me every second. I am leaving. I left. We'll eventually go back to being buddies. Most days I would've ignored his comment. I mean, who cares what some random guy thinks about you?