So are you single?" I asked him in a causal manner, it wasn't flirting just a curiosity maybe. When I saw him for the first time, he was busy trying to gulp down a Mojito. It was clear that he was a newbie in this field when he made yanky faces.
"Definitely, I am a free man who is going to enjoy his life to all extents" I still could not believe him, the statement was sarcastic and there were no two thoughts in it.
"So just broke up?"
He did not reply and sipped in a beer he had ordered after the mojito. This confirmed he was a new - who drinks a beer and mojito back to back?
"Oh. So she left you or you dumped her? Let me guess, she cheated on you or your love reduced with time?" I know I was piling on him with these questions but I had this need of wanting to know people and their stories. After all I was the sexiest bar tender in the club. And luckily the bar was running with low customers giving me ample of time to chit chat with this oddly handsome and attractive guy. Yes, I found him good even with a stupid French beard that did not suit him, a 'cool quoted' t-shirt and a colorful chino.
"Have you ever heard of a couple in love since year and decide to marry?"
"Are you talking of Snow White or Cinderella? Oh I know it is a Bollywood thing?"
"No it is my thing"
"So did your girlfriend die?"
He gave me a weird look, a look that maybe meant shut up. But before I could ask him another question, there was a loud 'thump'. Just three drinks and he passed out!! Thanks to the bouncers we took him to the lounge manager's chamber. And here I am waiting to listen to how her girlfriend died, it can become a story just like the many Indian Fiction books. Or maybe she is just not dead, maybe the parents got in. Or maybe another better guy who can handle more than two drinks. Who knows what! And this is intriguing me. I so wish to slap him and get him in his senses, guess will have to wait.
"Definitely, I am a free man who is going to enjoy his life to all extents" I still could not believe him, the statement was sarcastic and there were no two thoughts in it.
"So just broke up?"
He did not reply and sipped in a beer he had ordered after the mojito. This confirmed he was a new - who drinks a beer and mojito back to back?
"Oh. So she left you or you dumped her? Let me guess, she cheated on you or your love reduced with time?" I know I was piling on him with these questions but I had this need of wanting to know people and their stories. After all I was the sexiest bar tender in the club. And luckily the bar was running with low customers giving me ample of time to chit chat with this oddly handsome and attractive guy. Yes, I found him good even with a stupid French beard that did not suit him, a 'cool quoted' t-shirt and a colorful chino.
"Have you ever heard of a couple in love since year and decide to marry?"
"Are you talking of Snow White or Cinderella? Oh I know it is a Bollywood thing?"
"No it is my thing"
"So did your girlfriend die?"
He gave me a weird look, a look that maybe meant shut up. But before I could ask him another question, there was a loud 'thump'. Just three drinks and he passed out!! Thanks to the bouncers we took him to the lounge manager's chamber. And here I am waiting to listen to how her girlfriend died, it can become a story just like the many Indian Fiction books. Or maybe she is just not dead, maybe the parents got in. Or maybe another better guy who can handle more than two drinks. Who knows what! And this is intriguing me. I so wish to slap him and get him in his senses, guess will have to wait.
