A funky night in the old town...

as usual my friend Hazem asked me to join him at the usual place, with the usual faces around and the funky DJ playing sounds from our souls - spinning his virtual records on a display screen from his MAC ... Arabic and jazz, some blue modern olds and a few odds too.

I was, as usual, late.. I walked in remembering a couple of lines of spoken word from a long time ago:

"As she walked across

the St. Germaine

all dressed in white

she was wrapped so tight

and I swore I could kneel

between the arch

and heel

of her shoe.."

yes it was one of those nights where my confidence factor was quite high, for no reason at all, just a sense of nonchalance that gave me that unidentifiable arch in my back and rise of my breasts as Maya would so eloquently say... so I walked in smiled widely and made my apologies all around.

I sat myself closer to Hazem, next to him sat Marissa, next to her Hamid and next to him this person that I wasn't acquainted with... he smiled I thought: hmmm he will seem like an interesting prospect to have a delightful encounter with. I had no intention of being heart broken again. Either serious or not at all.

I thought, ok he's not bad looking, cute in a chubby way... I was not svelte, I would be what you would call Reubenesque-ly voluptuous. He seemed eagerly interested in me to the verge of asking me straight out for my number... I smiled.. the faeries and elves of nonchalance were smiling wider and actually grinning... the butterflies were tingling in my tummy causing an unexpected shiver to electrify my inner nerves connecting my whole being from where Venus had a mound named after her to aureoles of milky tea crowning the highest nerves of sensitivity..

I thought he will call that night