leleram
4th August 2007, 09:22 PM
I think I am real cool Casanova. I have at least 5-6 pretty girls calling me every week.
These girls are pretty and are gifted with sweet, seductive voice. Actually, let me be open with you. I don’t know if these girls are pretty, but they do sound pretty pretty. Not that it matters, but in terms of setting a man’s World right… visual aid is second only to humanitarian aid.
These girls would call me almost every day and ask if I was ready. That is, if I was ready to use their services. When they say services, they meant nothing but credit cards. And I am sure your slimy, corrupted mind would have imagined a hundred naughty things.
Here is how I spoke to the first lady who was trying to sell me a credit card – (This was six years back, and I was just out of college. I was a rookie in the world of conmen, bluff, cheats, criminals, double-crossers, dupes, frauds, grafters and swindlers.)
She: Hi, am I speaking to Mr XXX
Me: Yes, please.
She: Sir, I am calling from ICICI Credit cards, and we have a no-yearly-fee offer for you.
Me: Credit cards? Hm….
(I was in a state of shock. I never believed I would one day own a credit card. I thought it was for the cool guys..and I was nowhere close).
She: Sir, this offer is valid only till this month end. And I would suggest you go for it right away.
(She addressing me as ‘Sir’ in every sentence was getting to my head. I don’t get addressed by that title every day)
Me: That was so nice of you to take the trouble to inform me about this offer.
What favour can I do for you in return?
She: Nothing sir, this is plain social work.
(She would then ask me my Cost To The Company and how many years I had put in with the company etc)
She: Sir, We can offer you a Gold card. Also, if you have a picture of yours …we could use it on the credit card.
Me: That would be great. I really like you. Thanks a lot for doing so much for
me. Perhaps, we could meet somewhere and get to know each other better.
(I was under the impression that she was doing all this for me because she was in love with me and wanted to impress me. I asked her out because I thought it was a man’s responsibility)
She: Sir, we could meet after you get the Gold card.
Me: Sure we can. And could I ask you a favor …please, don’t address me as ‘Sir.’
She: Sure XXX. So I will send one of my executives with the application form. In a day’s time an executive from the Bank came and in a few days time, I got my first Credit card.
My dream girl never called after that. I tried calling the number from where she had called me, but a giggling girl would tell me that Radhika (that was her name) had quit.
As days went by and I recovered from a bout of Devdas-sickness, I started going to office. Almost immediately, I started getting many more such calls from ‘pretty’ girls and soon I forgot my heartthrob Radhika.
These girls are pretty and are gifted with sweet, seductive voice. Actually, let me be open with you. I don’t know if these girls are pretty, but they do sound pretty pretty. Not that it matters, but in terms of setting a man’s World right… visual aid is second only to humanitarian aid.
These girls would call me almost every day and ask if I was ready. That is, if I was ready to use their services. When they say services, they meant nothing but credit cards. And I am sure your slimy, corrupted mind would have imagined a hundred naughty things.
Here is how I spoke to the first lady who was trying to sell me a credit card – (This was six years back, and I was just out of college. I was a rookie in the world of conmen, bluff, cheats, criminals, double-crossers, dupes, frauds, grafters and swindlers.)
She: Hi, am I speaking to Mr XXX
Me: Yes, please.
She: Sir, I am calling from ICICI Credit cards, and we have a no-yearly-fee offer for you.
Me: Credit cards? Hm….
(I was in a state of shock. I never believed I would one day own a credit card. I thought it was for the cool guys..and I was nowhere close).
She: Sir, this offer is valid only till this month end. And I would suggest you go for it right away.
(She addressing me as ‘Sir’ in every sentence was getting to my head. I don’t get addressed by that title every day)
Me: That was so nice of you to take the trouble to inform me about this offer.
What favour can I do for you in return?
She: Nothing sir, this is plain social work.
(She would then ask me my Cost To The Company and how many years I had put in with the company etc)
She: Sir, We can offer you a Gold card. Also, if you have a picture of yours …we could use it on the credit card.
Me: That would be great. I really like you. Thanks a lot for doing so much for
me. Perhaps, we could meet somewhere and get to know each other better.
(I was under the impression that she was doing all this for me because she was in love with me and wanted to impress me. I asked her out because I thought it was a man’s responsibility)
She: Sir, we could meet after you get the Gold card.
Me: Sure we can. And could I ask you a favor …please, don’t address me as ‘Sir.’
She: Sure XXX. So I will send one of my executives with the application form. In a day’s time an executive from the Bank came and in a few days time, I got my first Credit card.
My dream girl never called after that. I tried calling the number from where she had called me, but a giggling girl would tell me that Radhika (that was her name) had quit.
As days went by and I recovered from a bout of Devdas-sickness, I started going to office. Almost immediately, I started getting many more such calls from ‘pretty’ girls and soon I forgot my heartthrob Radhika.