When I started my off-consumption experiment, I was convinced that it was the end of dating for me, at least for a year. To my surprise, I was totally wrong.
Before we met in real life, we met online, on Twitter.
The first time we met in the real life, for a walk on Worli Sea Face, she told me that she wanted to interview me.
The second time we met, for another walk on Worli Sea Face, I felt sad when it was time to leave.
The third time we met, at a conference, we pretended that we hadn’t planned to meet up, then left together.
The fourth time we met, for yet another walk, I told her that I had a crush on her.
“You are going away,” she reminded me. “What exactly do you expect me to do about your crush?” she asked.
“Nothing at all,” I replied weakly, “except that you let me feel the way I do.”
“Are you married? Are you seeing someone else? Are you psychotic?” she cut me off with a series of quick-fire questions.