A Rendezvous 1...

Few moons ago I had been to pub ……generally I frequent clubs…..but this time around I felt like ‘pubbing’. Actually, the reason for ‘pubbing’ was one of my newer friends. He was leaving Boston for good and therefore, was throwing a party. I reached there….. .10.30 ish. In order to bypass the bee line (pun intended), I approached the bouncer and made a ‘hand shake’ gesture. He approached me and before long I was wiggling to Sean Paul’s Temperature. Yaah!!!! Even I thought the same…10.45 pm was too early for this number.The dance floor seemed like a kaleidoscope of races and colors. While some seemed sober others seemed ready to be on the wagon. That is when I saw my friend waving at me, sometimes pushing …sometimes nudging….sometimes prodding gently (if that’s possible) I finally reached them. He is Italian and had his native cronies with him. All of them were warm and tall!! I settled on my stool besides a very handsome man with tresses but those tresses suited him. His built was envious, his confidence…very tangible, with piercing gaze …he extended his arm for a handshake. We shook hands like men. Surprisingly, my handshake seemed firmer. I turned my head and found a sexy bar tender (flaunting a sweet cleavage) waiting for my order. I ordered for a call drink (Bacardi and coke). She made my drink, deftly boxed it and then slid it towards me with a naughty smile on her face (probably…they are trained to give that smile…..probably ehh).I turned to this man again. We introduced each other; his name was Jilliano-a doctoral candidate from MIT. He had a strong European accent to his English. By now I was riding on my fourth drink. Just then I saw an average looking ‘beauty’ (after I get drunk there are only two categories of women: beautiful and very beautiful) walking towards me. Brushing against me she said something in Spanish slyly. I blurted out “Hey, I am learning Spanish…but I am not good at it yet.” and ended that with a quick smile. She patted me on my cheeks and left. I repented as soon as the DJ hit Low by Flo Rida; that was even before the whiff of her fragrance had left me. I felt the urge to dance….something like feeling the urge to pee…..yaah very similar. I tapped Jilliano on the shoulder and approached this beautiful (literally) Caublasian who was sitting there all by herself. I bent, looked her in the eye and said “My friend, there, (hinting at Jilliano) thinks I am attracted to you.” She smiled at me ……wow …..I held out my hands, she cupped it. We boogied for around 10 min and I returned to Jilliano.
J: I thought she was your pick for the nighth (in his Italian accent)
I: Actually, Indians come to club just for momentary…can I put it that way…..enjoyment. Well, also…. also…I cannot generalize anything about Indians coz there is a billion of us out there. Many of us do pick up girls but not me.
J: I like Indians. They are cute. Even my boyfriend likes them.
Wait …..did I hear it wrong?!!! Boyfriend…I looked at him askew and gestured a bathroom break. He nodded. I left him at the counter. As I walked towards the restroom, I could feel the booming music blur away out of my mind and the word ‘boyfriend’ reverberating in my ears. I returned and he resumed.J: I am gay .
To be continued…..