crazy bitch
can i even begin to record the madness?
it all started one lovely evening at the bar, i'd come after work as usual, this time to meet my newish boyfriend figure.
i see chong in the meantime, my local lounge buddy. he has a nice looking indian man with him, and we begin to socialize. i do my normal once over. the guy obviously has status, he's well dressed, and takes too long to tell stories. i'm not sure about the way he holds his mouth when he talks, but foreign and well put together always catches my attention, so i'm interested to discover who he is. always interviewing, as it were...
but my friend was on his way and so my attention continued to wander to the door, to outside, to my budding romance, so i left the friendly circle, to the bathroom then back. on my way out, there he was, waiting. calm, tall.. that solid centered energy. we join the two outside, and now, iran sits with india and china, accompanied by the gypsy land mixed with a splash of africa...
its not long before the heroine of my tale appears. a woman, in her midtwenties, comes barreling into the middle of the circle just as india was talking about his ex girlfriend, a persian woman. i was countering the experience he had, commenting on how untypically iranian i am, when the woman came at us all, glaring at him, energy on fire, eyes wide and wild. obnoxiously, i commented loudly on how she definitely does not look happy, just as i realized that this wasn't a random woman... and sure enough, india introduces her to us as his girlfriend.
she was certainly pretty. long dark hair, big round eyes and full, dark red lips.. that were pursed in tight anger at that moment. india's dream as it were, she had allure, even in (or maybe because of) all that passionate anger. they began to engage in a fighting match, and he looked at us all apologetically, while we tried hard to contain our amusement and simultaneously act like there was nothing out of the ordinary about it.
"didn't we talk about this?!"
"what are you talking about!"
"i thought we talked about this!"
"don't drag this in front of others."
"no! we're not going to do this in front of people. we are going to go and sit in that corner and talk about this!!!" the pair of voices kept escalating in volume with each exchange.
"alright!" he shouted back at her, for by this point the two were most definitely shouting. "alright! we are going to go in that corner and talk and its not going to be any longer than 5 minutes!"
"fine!"
and the two of them went over in that corner to talk.
my gypsy lets out a low long whistle. "she must give REALLY good blowjobs."
chong and i barreled over at the joke. then it became a running laugh, as we took turns telling each other how we needed to go over in that corner and talk about it. right now!
before long, the fine looking indian came back, shaking his head, looking confused. he explained how she thought he was flirting with me, and can't seem to believe otherwise. i laughed and told him that this was the silliest thing i'd ever heard, for i was here with this one, as i pointed to my curly haired gypsy. i offered to talk to her about it, and he enthusiastically agreed. "please do," he urged. "she won't listen to anything that i say."
so with the sky above the lounge patio as our witness... we tried. we went over together and explained that there was nothing for her to be worried about, that we were there together, that her boy wasn't flirting in the least. and that she had nothing to be upset about. with that sky that night as our witness, we tried.
you'd think that the story ends here, but it has only just begun...
to be continued..
it all started one lovely evening at the bar, i'd come after work as usual, this time to meet my newish boyfriend figure.
i see chong in the meantime, my local lounge buddy. he has a nice looking indian man with him, and we begin to socialize. i do my normal once over. the guy obviously has status, he's well dressed, and takes too long to tell stories. i'm not sure about the way he holds his mouth when he talks, but foreign and well put together always catches my attention, so i'm interested to discover who he is. always interviewing, as it were...
but my friend was on his way and so my attention continued to wander to the door, to outside, to my budding romance, so i left the friendly circle, to the bathroom then back. on my way out, there he was, waiting. calm, tall.. that solid centered energy. we join the two outside, and now, iran sits with india and china, accompanied by the gypsy land mixed with a splash of africa...
its not long before the heroine of my tale appears. a woman, in her midtwenties, comes barreling into the middle of the circle just as india was talking about his ex girlfriend, a persian woman. i was countering the experience he had, commenting on how untypically iranian i am, when the woman came at us all, glaring at him, energy on fire, eyes wide and wild. obnoxiously, i commented loudly on how she definitely does not look happy, just as i realized that this wasn't a random woman... and sure enough, india introduces her to us as his girlfriend.
she was certainly pretty. long dark hair, big round eyes and full, dark red lips.. that were pursed in tight anger at that moment. india's dream as it were, she had allure, even in (or maybe because of) all that passionate anger. they began to engage in a fighting match, and he looked at us all apologetically, while we tried hard to contain our amusement and simultaneously act like there was nothing out of the ordinary about it.
"didn't we talk about this?!"
"what are you talking about!"
"i thought we talked about this!"
"don't drag this in front of others."
"no! we're not going to do this in front of people. we are going to go and sit in that corner and talk about this!!!" the pair of voices kept escalating in volume with each exchange.
"alright!" he shouted back at her, for by this point the two were most definitely shouting. "alright! we are going to go in that corner and talk and its not going to be any longer than 5 minutes!"
"fine!"
and the two of them went over in that corner to talk.
my gypsy lets out a low long whistle. "she must give REALLY good blowjobs."
chong and i barreled over at the joke. then it became a running laugh, as we took turns telling each other how we needed to go over in that corner and talk about it. right now!
before long, the fine looking indian came back, shaking his head, looking confused. he explained how she thought he was flirting with me, and can't seem to believe otherwise. i laughed and told him that this was the silliest thing i'd ever heard, for i was here with this one, as i pointed to my curly haired gypsy. i offered to talk to her about it, and he enthusiastically agreed. "please do," he urged. "she won't listen to anything that i say."
so with the sky above the lounge patio as our witness... we tried. we went over together and explained that there was nothing for her to be worried about, that we were there together, that her boy wasn't flirting in the least. and that she had nothing to be upset about. with that sky that night as our witness, we tried.
you'd think that the story ends here, but it has only just begun...
to be continued..
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