Flossing

I bought floss today. I believe almost 98% of Indians do not floss. And after my experience I think going back to the 98% is better. You see, for me flossing was a bitch.
I couldn't fold the strings into the C shape as directed, nor could I move them up and down and below the teeth and near the gumline.
All I could do was taste the floss which was mint flavored. After laboring over it for a real long time, I decided enough was enough and finally brushed my teeth.
I tell my friends that I have started flossing and the replies were weird as usual,
T, "Metrosexualty is out, being macho is in." Sigh, from when did dental hygiene become metrosexual? P, "Wow, its like a new fad or something?"; B, "Bitch! For whom are you preening yourself?"
Difficult.

The Bait

My friend, P, tries hard to convince me to visit him in Madras. The descriptions he gives of beaches, Pondicherry, sea food, rabbits to be eaten, are too good to be true.
The other day we were discussing about all things good and bad, and all of a sudden he asks me about pickup lines. I gave him one which was horrid but the only one I remembered at that time. He told it to his German girlfriend, H and surprisingly she loved it. H also tells me in her accented English, "Oh -! What a nice thought." A hug and a kiss were his rewards. Well...he's asked me for more, for obvious reasons.
Coming back to the point, he calls up and tells me about the beach party he and his German friends are enjoying, and tells me, yet again, "Come to Madras, there's so much to do!", that's when I said, "Are they the bait?"
Silence, and then a very sly "Hmm."

Joga Bonito

Its been a nice and interesting world cup so far...