It had been a few months since my 6 month affair with an older married hormonal woman, who left me for a suicidal, emotionally abusive,masturbating, kid hating husband. Somehow he had an edge over me. So it was time to go out and meet new people, engage. move on to newer...
I'd met her on a blurry night when my company turned 12 in a party and people canoed through champagne, rum, whisky, vodka and the ever abusive beer. She was holding a glass of rum standing next to a bar when I was shoved to her direction and introduced. I don't know the details of our conversation because it was a blurry night. She was pretty and seemed deep. So, I reconnected with her online and thought she had an interesting profile (like world cinema, bob Bylan) especially her about me read I'm Toxic. I dropped a line "You talk sick ?"
2nd date. so far so good, my housemate's house party (i lived with two women who were curious about Ms.Toxic).
We drank, my friends thought she was hot, she drank some more. rum, limca, chitter chatter, i took the guitar strumming onto the side, adding to the mood, hoping she'd join in with me. Well, she got chatty..with the guy sitting next to me who was older, bearded, wiser and drunk like a 45 year old.
45 minutes later
They laughed, they talked economics-politics, they danced while i played "la bamba" and I started smoking. My friends started smirking.
One hour later, i'm standing around drinking looking at them jiving, when she takes my glass at equal intervals and downs it like nobody's business. Refill, drink, smoke - salvation lies in drowning that assholish feelisng in you stomach.
After a while she turns around, puts her arms around me, looks into my eyes and mutters the words "I think i'm going to be sick."
Whatever happened in the next 15 minutes could be summed up in two buckets.When you down four 60mls of rum n coke in one go, you are bound to go into labor. And then, if you still don't stop, you're headed for quintuplets.
5 squeezed lemons and half a bottle of mouth freshener later, I put her to bed while she kept insisting that she was sure she was not drunk because she didn't feel like making sandcastles.
My friends/flat mates are still smirking. It's been a long humiliating night and i don't blame them, it's been funny.
I tuck her into bed
ME: "good night"
She: "Stay"
Me: " ?? You need sleep"
She: "No, stay till I fall asleep"
Me: (looking at my smirking friends in the living room) "OK"
She holds my hand and goes to sleep. I remember the first time i met her, with a glass of rum, she described herself as toxic and she's from delhi.
Fuck.
Fuck.
SHE: "Can you tell me a story?"
ME: "....?"
SHE: "I can't sleep"
ME: "Story ?"
SHE: (in a baby voice)"Snow White"
So i get to the bit where snow white(who is as pretty has her) is kicked out of the house, when we start kissing.
My mind: @#^#$*&) (can't compute...rum flooding my brains)
Her lips are partially dry, she's lemony and minty. Her skin is still soft. She tugs and pulls, i'm surprised and drunk. She's pretty into it as if we met for the first time,when she holds me back and says
"You know the guy who came with me ? don't tell him. He's a nice guy"
P.s : She's a feminist.
Lt.Frank Slade (Al Pacino): "Women..hoo aa. who made 'em god must've been a genius."
(Around the end of the movie Scent of a Woman.)
Lt.Frank Slade (Al Pacino): (screaming) "Are you listening to me ?.I'm in the dark here"
