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Did you know that “Platonic” was a word used by Greek philosopher Plato to describe the love his guru Socrates had on one of his pupil. In short, love without sex.

After my wife left me on January 19 this year – she is now in her mother’s house for her delivery – I brushed up my flirting skills and joined the hunt again.

My wife came to know that I was back in the business of hunting, on 21 Jan. Wonder if it had to do with my 10 p.m. call to one of her friends, who liked me. At least, that’s what I thought. Apparently, girls who are married don’t like to be called after 9 p.m..

“You called my friend at 10 p.m.?” Rekha enquired.

“Yeah. Just wanted to have a chat…I was feeling lonely.” I was glad the conversation was over the phone. I had a face pack on and Rekha didn’t like me using her make up kit.

“Do you know that she is married?”

“Is she?”

“You could have called my single friends.” It was hard to gauge from her tone if she really meant it.

“Well…you know…I am just looking for a platonic relationship. Somebody to talk to…somebody to smell the perfume from…”

I heard Rekha heave a sigh of relief. The very next minute she gave me the numbers of some of her single friends – Pritha, Sowmya, and Jaspreet.

“Whom do you suggest I call first?” I was indirectly asking her who was the prettiest.

“My guess is you will have to call all three.” She seemed confident. I hate it when my wife is confident for it shakes me from my false yet solid ground.

“Why?,” I asked.

“I read somewhere that only one out of three girls believes in a platonic relationship.”

I remember we hung up after a while. Was my wife THAT one in three? Else, why would she give me phone numbers of her single friends?

I called up Pritha. She sounded sweet – if words could melt, I would have been an ice-cream accidentally left out of the fridge.

“Hi Pritha, I am Jammy….my wife’s husband.”

“Sorry?” Wonder why she didn’t understand.

“I am Rekha’s husband and I am looking for a friend to spend the evening with.”

“Rekha knows this?” I was insulted when Pritha asked this. What did she think of me? A phone address book stealer? Besides, Rekha was no Paris Hilton.

“Off course. Rekha gave me your number.”

“Nahh…I don’t go out with married men. They are more desperate than the single men.”

“That’s not true…” The phone went blank before I could complete the sentence. Maybe, her phone ran out of charge.

After thinking for three seconds, I called up Jaspreet. I could do with a north Indian girlfriend, I thought.

“Hi Jaspreet!” I tried to be as enthusiastic as I could. Today’s 20 year olds are just that – all enthusiasm and no finesse.

“Hi there! Do I know you?”

“I am Jammy. My wife’s husband.” It was getting difficult to maintain the enthusiasm. How these 20 year olds manage to do that?

“Sorry?”

“Ohh yeah. Hope she is fine.”

“She is doing great. She is in Kerala for her delivery – we are going to have a baby.”

“Wow…congrats dude.” She could be the one, I told myself before continuing.

“She is away for three months and I was wondering if we could spend some time together till she is back.”

“Platonic?”

“Purely platonic,” I replied with excitement.

I am not going to tell you what happened next. What the heck …big deal…yesterday we visited the art museum for a photo exhibition on ‘Women in the post World War 1 era’ and today we are attending a seminar on “Choices for women in 21st century.”

Rekha’s statistics were wrong. Apparently, one girl out of two believes in platonic relationship.

P.S. Platonic relationships are costly. Jaspreet is yet to open her purse.

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