Thursday, November 16, 2006

That Kiss

Media Night at the neighbourhood bar means an added excuse to drown out the mid week drudgery...so there i was, ready to drink and make merry! Bursting at the seams, strangely bombarded with a huge foreign crowd (highely unusual, whatever happened to the chic loungey places they hang out in, anyways) and an influx of teeny boppers...Boy, oh boy whats happening to this place. If not for an almost empty wallet and the pull of 1+1 booze, i would've left then and there. The bad start wasn't a sign of things to come though. Coz the evening that progressed into late night...went from worse, to bad, to good and finally better - yes in reverse order!
Armed with a vodka and surrounded by some old friends and some new acquaintances, i made my way through the endless sea of people. The best thing about this bar is that you don't have to be the best dressed, or the richest or the suavest person but you'll still find lotssa smiling faces and you'll never be alone, even if you go there alone, you always find someone you know. So post some headbanging sessions on some oldie goldie rock and a couple of vodka's, bacardi's and marlboro's later...i was a little tipsy. Not drunk i say but tipsy! The fun kindaa high.
Edged onto the dance floor by the crowd around me, i landed in the arms of possibly the most enigmatic and charming man i've ever met. And oh those baby blue eyes...well then followed some intro's and as profound a conversation that one can have in a noisy bar. Sometime over the course of the night after that, his hand landed on the small of my back. It didn't feel wierd, not that i do this on a regular basis. It stayed put there, even when i said buh-bye to my friends, even when i stubbed out my last ciggie and downed the last drop of some divine bacchus.
Finally stepped out of the joint, walking back to the car (this is the best part you know, when u're drunk enough to be swaying and then u gotta make the long trudge to ur car) there's a slight chill in the wind and stop! He stops. I stop. He pulls my arm, turns me around and kisses me. Not a friendly peck, not a drunk sloppy kiss, not even a frenchie...but just a kiss. The kinds that will make your knees go weak and send tingles down to the core of your being. Yes that one. I don't know how long it lasted, i don't even know when it ended...none of us spoke a word after that. He drove me home and that was it, not sure if i'll ever see him again.
But it was that kiss...the kinds you never forget!

xoxo

9 comments:

InExile said...

"not that i do this on a regular basis" ha ha

i wanna send this post to the guy that sayd u cant meet chicks in bars !

Anonymous said...

arre...

'...Running like the wind
As I chase the sun...'

:P

ani

SIM said...

sure inexile go ahead..meeting chics in bars is pretty cliched now anyways

ani, the sun is shining too damn bright these days, need to pull out them sunglasses and the wind is sweeping me thru life a bit too fast...i dont want either
;)

Jhoomur aka JB said...

Ahem. muah muah bebbee. :D
Next one to try: moving auto kiss... its fun when the mouth goes all over but over the mouth. *grin*

SIM said...

guru clitty is there a prize waiting for me at the end of the kissie kiss kiss tunnel...if i go thru all of them, or will u just keep coming up with new ones everytime i try one out?

InExile said...

moving auto kiss eh !! :P
ha ha

jairaj said...

heh, really that happens in the joint that us -- hacks -- move to in the evenings to break this sheer-always-in-the-week monotony? I thought everything ends up in a fight with villagers and the bloody bouncers there. although i've had a wee bit of fun/romance -- or wait a minute, was i too drunk on mojitos and hotel california, no way! but next time, there is one always, right? -- heard the MCD sealed the damn place up today -- i'll take the heavily eye-linered women more seriously than the brew and the whiff of the spliff...

Jhoomur aka JB said...

how can ANYONE kiss Hugh Grant? Each time i look at him i want to pick him, put a pacifier in his mouth and put the poor boy to sleep. i would be scared to do anything to him....looks so juvenile. but yeah, nottin hill is nice. too sweet....but then, one likes to go back to sweet things, no matter how pretentious.
(in a highly prissy mood as is obvious -- nothin against your Intimate...jes prissy)

Jhoomur aka JB said...

and keep the romantic in you alive baby girl....just keep Her alive.
sigh.