No. We are not promiscuous. How ever you may think. We are not slutbunnies. We are not b*tchwhores.
Dear Indian men, stop categorizing!
Whatever your jerktastic friends have told you, was a lie. Is a lie. Bengali women are awesomesauce. They’re loyal as eff. If they like you, they’ll always like you. They’ll treat you like family. Best friends. And if they fall in love with you, they’ll love you to the moon. Never back. You’ll have to stay up there. Maybe heights make you dizzy, and you blame her for being too clingy?
Whatever. Nothing is her fault. Okay?
Sometimes she needs space; no, she is not giving her boss head in his office. She’s probably smoking ciggies in the loo. Contrary to what you may think, she is definitely not a prostitute. If she’s gotten far in life, it’s because she’s worked hard, and that does not mean lying on many, many desks, spread-eagled and sweaty, no. She certainly has not screwed her way to the top. No.
If she’s being friendly with men, it does not mean she enjoys talking about certain parts of the human anatomy, no. When she does not send you a good morning text, it means she’s passed out, drooling over her textbooks, not because she’s spent the night with another man. If she’s not interested in some coochie-cooing with you at the moment, it does not mean she’s getting some elsewhere. It’s just that she’s stressed and the last thing on her mind is your batteries. Okay? Okay.
When she says she wants a life and a future with you, she most certainly is not kidding. She’s actually serious as eff. She does want your babies. She’s also impatient, and if you keep postponing your dates, um, Houston, we’ve got a major problem.
And lastly, what was that you said about her language and her parents? Bloody EFFING language and bloody effing parents with new money?