Trick or Treat (Part 2)

The two-way conversation…

We headed to a nearby snack place to feed his growling and inebriated intestines and while at the place he almost convinced me to have a strip of pizza and insisted that he pay for it. Not sure if it was from the 6 drinks or his innate kindness and fondness for me. And to add to this his non-sexual speech and touch made me hold his hands tighter and my heart grow fonder. While he waited in the line to get his pizza, I let my emotion cool and engage in a two-way conversation with my intellect and fate. Why do I have to meet such a warm and loving person when I am getting ready to leave the country? Strangers rarely come with such warmth and friendliness, so should I just draw the line of friendship and carry on with no emotion, desire or disappointment. Even if we decided to take it any further, distance and time-lag would make it impossible...OMG, why this? and why again?

The ride back home…
It was getting close to 3am and empty taxies were hard to comeby given the time of the night and the big crowd at Castro. While I thought I had to say good-bye to him, my friends obliged to his request and agreed to give him a ride till his car that was parked 30 mins away. The back seat in the car was filled with 5 men, and the ride back home almost felt like the morning after.  I felt heavy, gloomy, confused and I wanted to erase everything from the previous night. And to top it up, we got separated for the first time in 5 hours - I was seated in the front, while he was seated in the back.

The seat belt running across my torso restrained me from turning around to get a glimpse of him. May be that is why they call it a safety belt because they don’t want you to stay in your comfort seat and not be thrown around during accidents. Is it a tease or truth hidden!

Not sure if my friend read my emotion, but he suggested that the guy come home with us and spend the night in the spare bed room rather than drive home in an inebriated state. And when I was just turning hopeful and a smile was beginning to bloom on my gloomy face, he decided not to take up the offer. What ended my hope abruptly – was as it familiarity or waning power of alcohol or the logical side kicking in?

Before the car took off, I lowered my window, shook hands and exchanged numbers and I asked him to text me once he reached home. When the car drove by I realized I was the one intoxicated with the stranger and I was way beyond the permissible limit for the flight back home.

The morning after…

I came home and snapped right  into the flight back home mode, but before I feel asleep my mobile lighted my dark world again. The message confirmed his safe return home and asked me for my flight details. Will the morning after paint a different story?

That morning I didn’t let me heart nurse any feeling or hope though I let it replay the warmth and respect he showed last night. At around 2 pm, little after lunch, he called me to confirm my flight departure terminal and time. On the way to the airport my mind replayed rushes from last night and as I reached the terminal I called to check if he wanted meet me by the curb. Why would a stranger drive 20 miles to see me at the airport? Is there something more that the night brought upon us? What should I expect him to say and how do I react? Reaching home love lagged was worse than being jet lagged.

The L-words…

I hardly finished checking my baggage and I saw him at distance scanning the monitor and checking on the flight status. I pushed my empty trolley aside and ran towards him in excitement. I still had 15 minutes to get through the security and reach the departure gate on-time.

We found a quiet table by the café area and I held his hand tightly and confessed to him how a stranger’s hand overnight gave me unexpected security, warmth and comfort. Did I check in my logic along with my baggage? Who cares as long as it gets home fine and free!

Don’t we all know that both L-words (love and logic) don’t go to together? He made his share of confessions and we spoke a little more. I wanted to ask him why didn’t he come home with me last night and say all this to me. Well hardly 10 minutes to spare there was not time to waste or argue, but only time to make memories and express love. What else do I share with the guy and shower on him for spending the past 15 hours with me and more intimately than my shadow. It was getting intimidating and may be this is a feeling every single and loveless guy goes thorough at some point in life.

Manathon in a four by two..

We dragged my baggage and ran towards the nearest men’s room which happened to be deserted at the time. I pushed him inside the 4 ft by 2 ft gift box and stuffed my bags around him and made it shock-proof (not sound proof) We held each other’s face and passionately exchanged kisses. I still kept tabs on time and hissed into his ears to double-up. In the meantime my ears picked up movement in the next stall, but we continued the manathon that we ran since 10 pm last night.

T-Shirts went up like national flags and the motion sensor in the toilet went berserk from our movement and played our union anthem. Toilet floors usually littered with tissues was today littered with our trousers and briefs. Should I blame gravity or our hyper hormones?

I can’t tell you where all my lips and hands trespassed in those 7minutes, but it was mutual, well and reciprocated despite being illegal. The 16 hour foreplay, the longest that I have ever had, finally came to an end making me think if I should I apply to the Guinness book of records?

The goodbye…

In the past I have used sex to exude and experience power, traded the currency of love and lust irresponsibily and today life taught me to celebrate a stranger’s longest foreplay of kindness and love in union.I immediately stopped questioning the economics and opportunity cost of intimacy and left my senses of gratitude command my hormones without worrying if it was trick or treat.

I hugged him one last time and I disappeared into the security area with great satisfaction. I lifted my hands for the second time that afternoon and let the machine scan by body. And if they were to question me on those hickies I would have said, “Some friendships and sex are born out of respect and love and it cannot be labeled as a quickie, fling or escapade.And we all know there is never a good-bye moment to love and kindness...and it continues till life exist on this planet.”

Trick or treat – OMG!

In a few months I will be completing 25 years of being physically active with men, not sure if my Silver Jubilee is worth celebrating, but I don’t fail to celebrate the interesting ones that have come my way since I began writing this blog.

What do people say when unexpected expect happen to them - Oh my god? Here is an experience I had at OMG, a newly opened Desi Gay bar in the Castro area of San Francisco.

It was Halloween weekend and the club owners at OMG were expecting more people to stop by that night, but coming early always gets you the vantage seats and stares in the house. That night when I entered OMG he was the only one seated at the bar. My friend knew the owner/bar tender so he occupied the seat by the bar and besides him sat a fair and tall man, hair closely cropped and neatly gelled and was casually holding the drink and his demeanor beyond reasonable doubt confirmed that he was a local.

It is not common to meet strangers at the bar, befriend them for a quickie and move on. I am okay with that idea, but I hate men who incessantly stare, send confusing messages, and who don't show courage to come up and strike a conversation when interested. And during the ride to the bar that night I told me friends how such passive and shy men are a big turn-off for me.

The meat

Finally when I came back after doing my club recce, my friend introduced me to this ubersexual man. He readily put out his hands for a shake, while I had to hiss my name in his ears at the noisy bar. His eyes were not the roving kind; his chin was up, he held his drink steady and looked unlike many of the wam bam thank-you mam types, not atleast for tonight. We exchanged minimum personal information and I told him I was visiting from India and was just 24 hours from taking my flight, just incase he had bigger plans for us and then we went our ways at the bar.

Very soon the exotic costume clad women swarmed the floor and danced to some hot and groovy Bollywood songs. One of the women dancers was in her early 70s and she flew all the way from DC for the performance and I found this when I spoke to her after the performance. Infact I even told her she was turning me straight with the moves and the way she swerved her hip.

The dance to courtship….

Soon the man whom I met at the bar came from behind and asked me if I would like to dance with him. This was a question women folk were asked during the bride diligence process in those days, but I wasn't taken aback. But how sure can I be if this question was just a casual invite to dance and there was more to it? I openly confessed that I am not a dancer and threw back a challenge at him to either teach me to dance or tease me to get to dance.

He accepted my challenge and taught me a few steps. I danced a bit with him and that was when I discovered that the man was like a patiala glass, tall and broad, with palms as big as dinner plate (I could have a meal out of his palms) and his long and fleshy fingers were a big turn on. In the darkness at the club I saw my desire dancing in front of my eyes. But more than that what attracted me was his demeanor. He was calm and despite being on his sixth drink he was well behaved and far from being frivolous and silly.

And when you least expect…

Neither of us was at the bar that night looking for a pick-up or hook-up, but then why does life offer you something when you least expect? Every now and then I would see him with a gang of friends, but his eyes were curiously looking for me. Finally before I exited the bar, I went up to him to exchange good-bye courtesies and that is when he asked me about my plans and if he could come along with us to Castro.

Two months after we met, over Yahoo chat he tells me that he was attracted the moment he saw he entering the club and asked my friend who sat beside him for an introduction. That night we left OMG and walked towards the Castro area. Leaving the bar with a stranger, holding hands and kissing him during the tram ride to Castro and taking a few pictures was our way celebrating togetherness. In the end life comes down to good moments and memories and I don’t deprive myself and others of OMG moments!

Marriage talk in half-hour…

Did you guys just meet at the bar or do you know each other from before asked the half American and remaining Iranian girl in the queue outside Q bar at Castro. And when we said we had just met at the bar she remarked, “OMG” and said we were a cool couple and would like to be invited to our wedding. It was nice and refreshing to hear that, but don’t we all know that gay meets and dates are pretty much like trick or treat!

I excused myself to go to the CVS Pharmacy hardly a block away from Q bar to get a few bottles of water and suddenly he appears from the behind and tells me he wants to spend more time with me. Both of us were aware that I would leave the city in the next 14 hours and this infatuation will get us nowhere, but still this man was hunting down every minute to spend it with me. I also enjoyed the attention and company, and deep inside those were the two qualities that tore us apart in my previous relationship.

The two-way conversation…

We headed to a nearby snack place to feed his growling and intoxicated intestine. He tried to convince me to have a strip and insisted that he pay for it. Not sure if it was from the 6 drinks or it kindness was his innate nature, to add to this his non-sexual speech and touch made me hold his hands tighter. While he waited in the line to get his pizza, I let my emotion cool and engage in a two-way conversation with my intellect and fate. Why do I have to meet such a warm and loving person when I am getting ready to leave the country? Strangers are rarely come with such warmth and friendliness, so should I just draw the line of friendship and carry on with no emotion, desire or disappointment. Even if we decided to take it any further, distance and time-lag would make it impossible...OMG, why this? and why again?

The ride back home…

Come back next week....