By 6.30 I went out of my house after a nice warm bath, I ran out of my Playboy perfume and had to depend on the Axe chocolate perfume from my friend. He said “hey that’s mine” I was like “cool down bro, I thought this perfume is no longer available to buy, SO… OLD’. Walking down the street taking unnecessary selfi and street photos in my phone, I almost dropped it from my hand. Lucky me, nothing happened. Put it back in my jacket and reached the pub. The boxers outside looked me with a raised eyebrow, and I am like “chill guys, I am a regular customer of yours now a days’ (though I only drink coke and leave the bar). The place was quiet busy this weekend. This is so unusual from my two weeks of experience here. After its been a month only I had been in this town and I am gradually picking up the culture and crowd here. All the bar stools were busy and I had to stand awkwardly for so long. There are a lot of good chicks this evening. Nice asses and breasts. Ah, well I rarely say boobs, because I feel it more like a cartoon term. Breasts, the British way makes it more measurable and organic. OK, here I am sweating. All these women are with handsome guys; young, old, very old, ‘ah.. these girls are too young to handle this much old guys’ and a couple of women are having younger lads with them too. Ok so the very old guys and the young guys with mature women; both grabbed my attention. I had a slight harden on seeing this with the slightly increasing beats in the background.
Ok, so I got a seat here. Ran to the seat and raised my index finger and quickly the bartender identified me and sarcastically said, ‘Coke?’ I said ‘yeah’.
I don’t know whether this guy actually called me a Cock or said Coke. Whatever, I turned to the side women are dancing and enjoying with their mates. There are few times the thing called Luck strikes through thin air. The first occurrence is going to happen here. While he served the coke, a pretty woman came near by me to grab a cocktail. Before I even look at her, the bartender did the spell on me. ‘ where is the super sexy girl friend of yours, didn’t see her today!’ That dick head definitely mocked me. I didn’t let it pass, I said, ‘she is late, I am only here for now’. He smiled and went back, knowing that was just a poor joke from me. But I was not knowing that the woman who just came for the cocktail was listening both of us. When I turned around on my bar stool with the coke, she just told me ‘ you don’t look sad’. I said ‘what?…I didn’t get you’.
She introduced herself to me, ‘I am Catherine’ and her husband just came there and she introduced him to me too. ‘Mark, my husband’.
Catherine is exactly my height, European blonde, probably in her 30’s wearing a dark blue thin t-shirt where I can see the outline of a perfect round breast smoothly wrapped inside and a denim white shorts. Mark is wearing a white stripe shirt with two buttons left undid and beach type shorts with a hat on his head. I said hello to both and still stand stood just like that without knowing what she actually asked me in the first place. She repeated her question. ‘I was asking you, why you are not looking sad, as your girl friend didn’t show up’,
‘Girl…friend…which Girl friend?’ I asked her thinking who this woman is, and whether I know this woman from anywhere else before.
‘He just asked about your super sexy girl friend, i heard that’ she said.
Oh, the super…girl friend, my girl friend.. ah she .. she just got busy with some sort of thing, I don’t know’ I managed to stay on ground, knowing that this woman thought that I actually have a girl friend coming here to the pub. Nice work by the bar tender. He was just mocking me and this woman didn’t get it. I didn’t want to change that too. Anyway Catherine is not single. She got a husband and he is tall and strong.