Journal of a Single Gal in Q8....Episode Two

From last episode:

"Time past and she had to admit the music was great. Just the perfect amount of both English and Arabic hits, the way she always preffered it. Then, just when she thought that she simply was too bored to stay another minute the door opened and a large group of people walked in."

It was dark so she couldn't get a good look at their faces but one thing was for sure, they weren't the average people she was used to seeing. It was a group of approximately twenty people of both men and women. At least that's what she could tell.

There was a particular guy who seemed the most popular of the group and the only way she could describe was that he was pretty. Not handsome but pretty. He had pitch black hair, soft skin, big eyes and thick lips. She couldn't help but stare at him. It wasn't that she found him attractive but she hadn't seen a pretty man in a long time.

"Oh look, there's an Elvis impersonator!" said her friend distracting her from her chain of thoughts. She turned to see who she was looking at and sure enough there he was a man dressed just like Elvis with the white jacket and the collar up. This party was taking a strange twist. She knew he was pretending not to notice her stare. It was typical of a man his age to try to stay away from the girls that looked like they would somehow know who he was. It was obvious he preffered not to be recognized. Little did he know that it was the least of her concern.

Just then the music changed and Nancy Ajram was singing. Everybody suddenly turned to the pretty boy who smiled as he headed towards the dance floor. It was then that it dawned on her. The birthday girl rushed to his side carrying what looked like a belly dancing scarf and tide it around his hip and his tight jeans as he began to belly dance like no other belly dancer she had ever seen. Everytime Nancy Ajram sang "Habeebi arab" he'd turn to the people sitting and gesture with his hands "come to me." It was only when she felt her mouth so dry that she realised that she'd been gaping throughout the whole dance. The man was as gay as gay can be.

After her shock was finally subsiding, she knew that this place was no place for her and when her friend finally said "Ready when you are" she was out of there in a flash.

She knew she'd wasted her time going there and a good book would've been much preffered but the last thing she needed was to beat herself about it. As much as she tried not to think about what she'd seen or to over analyze the whole situation she couldn't help but think of what the world had come to. It wasn't that she hadn't had gay friends before, on the contrary they were the perfect "girlfriends" without the jealousy. But this, this was too much. Not to mention that the proof was in the pudding regarding her single life; married, gay or had the worse case of committment phoebia (the worst type!) This was not how she wanted her final thoughts on her weekend to end.

Feeling so down, she decided to call the equivalent of her Mr. Big. She knew that he'd probably be sleeping by now but she needed that little something to cheer her up.

"Hello" she heard his voice and she immediately began to feel better.

"Hi, it's me. Are you asleep?" she asked.

"Yes, what time is it?" he mumbled.

"It's late. Sorry I woke you." She wasn't really but said it anyway.

"Did you just get home? I can't believe you were out this late. You know you shouldn't drive around Kuwait this late!"

By the tone of his voice, she knew he was slowly waking up and was irritated.

"I wasn't driving alone, my friend dropped me off and by the way, times have changed. All the streets were full on our way home. It's not like before. Besides Kuwait is as safe as you're gonna get. It's not like I'm driving in the States."

"If we were in the States, I would've gone with you to the party but you wanted to go alone just in case you get the chance to meet someone new!" he blurted.

She hated the fact that he knew her so well. She had to find something to change the subject.

"Anyway, the place was full of gays and I would've had to protect you from all of them" she attempted at humour.

"Sounds like you had a miserable time. Serves you right!" he said, trying to sound cruel but she could tell he was hurt. She hadn't denied his first accusation.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. This was not going to be easy to get out of.

To be continued...