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A very close friend of mine lives in the East. Not that it adds any particular glamour to him, but whenever I requested his presence in my humble abode, which was in the West, distance was always the premier and forgiveable excuse.

Then one day he got attached.

And more than a year later he broke up. He visited me some time later and I took him for a walk around my neighbourhood. And surprisingly, he knew the place pretty well. Apparently, his girlfriend stayed somewhere near. And even more surprisingly, he visited her quite often.

All the way from the East. To the West.

To which I asked him "Bro, all this time I called you, you never turned up.A girl called you and you turned up every week."
To which he laughed.

Maybe it is because I have not been in his shoes, but I do honestly find it quite amusing the things guys do for girls, sometimes at the expense of the friends who have been with him for so long. Things that he would declare to be unthinkable, when his relationship status was single, and the same things he would laugh at embarrassed, when the status turned to 'in a relationship'. Things that goes against what he would normally do and things that just defied logic.

Not that there is anything wrong with it. This foolishness is part and puzzle of how males usually react the members of the opposite sex they admire. Then why am I writing this?

Just an observation influenced by similar events in recent times.

And a silent thank you to God for making the female gender too naive to realise the power they actually yield over my fellow brotherhood.

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