‘Are you an Indian?’ she asked.
‘Yeah, I am’ I said
‘Could read that from the details of the hair grown on your face and chest’ Catherine said
Ooh, that was so fast. I had a low neck tee-shirt that revealed my chest hair, and she was fast enough to note all the locations of the hair told it right on my face without any hesitation. It gave me goose bumps and a 20% more erection to the junior guy who was already up a bit. Though I felt her like a pretty looking European, I didn’t look much.
‘Ah, everyone says so. Its common with our people..the hair thing’ I said.
‘Not very common’ Mark smiled discreetly and looked at Catherine. I didn’t know why did he say so.
So they just shake their hands with me, had a little chat about where they are staying and I also opened up with them a little about myself.
After that they went back to the dancing floor. Oh…man..she got a hot ass. I felt like she is purposely shaking it up for me.
I felt a bit courage today thinking about whatever things happen. One white woman came to me and talked to me. And she was enjoying the conversation with me. And the hair part, mostly Indian girls don’t like it now a days, like the clean shave guy I have seen today morning in the coffee shop….yuk I can’t think them like men, maybe I can call them boys. Lol, no offense it’s just me. Once I finished the coke and about to leave, an Indian woman just entered through the main door in a long sleeve leopard print dress.
What the fuck? I know this woman. She seems new here, like looking all over the place and trying to understand how things work here and trying to fit in. She came to bar tender 3 seats from me. I know this woman man; can’t figure it out…Shit, it’s the Punjabi woman, yes I can remember her now. Fuck she is so hot in this dress. She looks so so gorgeous. My dream Indian woman with cheesy body. Ah…I can take my eyes off from her. I thought for a while and decided to go and say a ‘hi’ to her. Probable she is waiting for her husband to reach her, and he would he here somewhere. But I am ready to go and open a talk. If a European couple loved to start a conversation, and had those sexy looks at me, I am confident I can simply tackle an Indian woman. I went near her and said ‘hello’ bit loudly as the music is playing high i had to yell. She suddenly looked at me and said ‘hello..’ and looked me for a while and said ‘who are you? what you want? why are you talking to me?’
Yeah, that typical Indian woman. Too many questions and she already felt like I touched her somewhere. I said ‘i am Jerri. We met today morning in Starbucks’. ‘Oh, so you are that guy. are you stalking me?’ I lost my control. I said ‘ I didn’t stalk you. I regularly come here and never see you here before, so…I thought to come and meet you and your husband and say a hi’
‘husband who?’ she asked. This woman has all in questions, nothing she needs to tell me it seems.
She said ‘Oh you mean the guy with me at Starbucks, that’s not my husband, how dare you think that way?’
‘Ok my dear, I thought it was your husband and honestly he was not a better fit either’ …woof I never told this boldly to a woman before, but it just came from me. She didn’t say anything and just left the bar. My face became red. I followed her outside and called her from behind in the walkway. ‘Sorry if I was mean to you. It just came from my mouth. Look I was here to get someone for date night, have fun and go’ I just told her exactly what I was looking for…shit. She just laughed at it and said, ‘Silly guy, you think you can get someone who easily. all of them were english people inside the pub, i guess we were the only two Asians around here.’