It is raining in San Francisco,
which it crappy because now I have to stay home all day. In Sweden that maybe a
regular thing in the fall time, however here in central and southern
California, we get the luxury of having amazing weather. When it is rainy
though, I am always in a story telling mood.
So coming off of work and letting off some steam I go to a
lounge where my boy works. I sit at the bar with a cranberry and vodka that is
much more vodka than cranberry, the way I like it prepared. A troupe of girls
sit next to me and the hottest of the bunch is a Lebanese fire cracker, amazing
woman. My friend begins to play the game which we play every time we have a
group of good looking females in our midst, free drinks and introductions to
get them in the mood to party. In America, the game is much different than in
other countries, the wheels need to be greased much more to get ladies to be
responsive. I blame it on the puritan pilgrims that came to this country
centuries ago
Hahaha.
We then all begin to take shots together, I get close to the
Lebanese girl; who I will call Sara for sake of not having to keep typing her
ethnicity, much more respectful, Sara is digging me, and so forth. Sara and her girlfriends invite me out on the
dance floor, we get close then she breaks away beckoning me to the seating
area. She is sweaty and she begins to cool herself of and she then looks at me.
I swear her eyes are like black holes, could suck the soul right out of my
body. She gets real close to where I can hear over the music, and says, You
like me dont you? I nod in compliance, then kiss me, she says with no
hesitation. I make my move and those full lips that she has were brilliant.
Then a red flag shot up, which I hope wouldnt show itself.
Saras head began to rock back and come back forward. Oh shit, I thought she is
really drunk. She then tells me that she needs drive home thirty minutes south
of the city. I told I couldnt let her do that, I offered her to stay at my
place. She gawked at the idea, saying nice try. I have to give credit where it
is earned, usually that works. I asked her what she wanted to do she says that
she wants me to drive her to her house. I thought why not, but then she told
me, You have to be super quiet because my mother is home. Now I maybe a guy,
but I know a little something about Middle Eastern parents given that I used to
date one. What you dont do is have them know that you are messing around with
their daughters. Especially, when its under their roof, I told her
absolutely not, that is suicide. Sara jokingly
replied, She only has a shot gun, joking or not I wouldnt be surprised. Her
friends had other plans and couldnt take her home, some friends huh?
So here I was now driving to into the lions den at three in
the morning to this girls house. Thinking that I would drop her off and park
the car and walk to the train station, but she wasnt having that happen
either. She open her door and we both crept into her house, I started to sleep
on the floor, she looked at me like I was nuts and moved me to her bed. We
began to kiss and fool around a little then she passed out. Too drunk, I couldnt
be that pig that takes advantage of a woman so I begin to sleep. Sara then
begins to snore, which is a little early in the relationship. So now I was in
the bed with a girl in a hostile environment that is snoring, my fucking luck.
The morning sun roles in and I hear movement in the hall
way, which is alarming cause it passed her door and when I look to her she was
also wide awake from the commotion. Then we whisper and I find out that she also has an older brother who stays in the house. Great I
thought, a band of potential agree family members that I have to deal with as
well. She tells me not to move, and bolts out of the bed and see how the rest
of the family is doing and when they are leaving. So here I am, a prisoner of
war in a captive in a womans room praying that her mother wont smell my
stink. Then I hear footstep near the door, I hide under the covers. A shout in
Arabic by Sara and then a shout back by what appears to be her mother. The
footsteps move away from the door, thirty minutes pass and Sara walks in,
flustered. You have to go now, she says, She has left to the grocery store
and will be back soon. I jump up grab my clothes she drives me to the train
station in the car that I drove her in.
After all that when we roll up to the train station, she
says, You know, I dont remember anything about that night. She never
remembered the kissing or anything. I told her nothing happened and that it was
a good night. I didnt have the heart to tell her that she was kissing me because
she was drunk and I didnt want a relationship to start off like that. So I left it up to fate for our paths to
cross again, exchange numbers, and got out of the car. Then she said through
the window, good thing we didnt go to my fathers house, because he I think
he still has his machine gun, and sped off.
I dodged to bullets that night, thank the heavens.