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.”