Continued from part 1
What did she mean by that? I’m sure that bitch had two beers too many.
I kept looking around for this Ahmad guy, but it didn’t want to make it obvious to anyone that I was actually looking for someone. I’m sure you know what I mean.
So I went to the kitchen in hopes of finding him leaning against the fridge with those puppy dog eyes carrying two wine glasses saying “hey sexy”. Of course all I found was a guest vomiting in the sink. Yuck.
I checked the balcony to see if he’s one of the smokey smokersons outside, but no. Come to think of it, when I saw him, he wasn’t smoking OR drinking, which is odd, considering everyone else in the party was wasted.
No sign of him. Must have left early.
I had come to the party with my two friends Vicken and Elie. I find Elie and ask him if they’re ready to ditch the place since it was getting boring (code for ‘Ahmad wasn’t there’).
Elie: “Yeah sure. Let’s leave”.
Me: “Let’s! Where’s Vicken?”.
Elie: “Duhhhh. It’s Vicken. He’s probably…”
Me: “Boning someone he met at the party! Silly me.”
We both laugh.
Then it hits me.
Me: “Wait. Did he leave with a guy named Ahmad?”
Elie: “Sweety, I don’t think Vicken knows who he’s sucking right now.”
He was right.
So I drive Elie to his house and when I arrive home, I take a hot shower.
Then what do I do?
More like open my Facebook account and search for this Ahmad guy. I check Maya’s friends.
I’m a fucking genius! Thank goodness he doesn’t have a limited profile so that I see his ‘info’ and ‘pics’.
Lives in Beirut.
He’s older than me by a couple of months. Perfect!
No “Interested in”.
We all know what that means.
Ladies and gents, I’m in love!
Only 4 pictures of himself.
Damn, that boy’s fine. Just my type. Very laid back. Nice body but not too muscled. Doesn’t smile a lot.
1 mutual friend.
Maya. Can’t believe only one homosexual person is our mutual friend. And a homosexual who eats pussy, at that. Hmm. Must not be very into the gay community.
Only? Must not be very social. No problem. Less people for me to invite to his surprise birthday party.
So I message him:
“hey… I was your teenage dream for a minute or two yesterday =P ”
Cheesy, I know. And call me cocky, but I knew he would remember me.
I check my inbox in the morning and see his reply:
“hehe…it was actually more than a minute. I was thinking about you all night =)”
Awwww. You gotta admit: his reply was way cheesier.
So we exchange emails and start chatting.
In short, his dad passed away when he was 16 and he’s an only child, so he’s been financially taking care of his mother ever since. He doesn’t really date much and when he’s not at work, he spends his free time at the gym.
He doesn’t smoke or drink alcohol, but not because of a religious reason. I told him I found it weird but commendable.
He also tells me he’s working and trying to save money for his Master’s Degree.
I really admired this guy. He had to grow up rather quickly and assume responsibilities more than he can handle.
In the next seven days, as soon as I got home from work, I would open my MSN to check if he’s online, and we would chat for like 6 hours straight.
After a week of chatting, we finally schedule a date!
Listen, I know it’s not healthy to build huge positive expectations before a first date, but I couldn’t help it. I really liked the guy, and I hadn’t felt this way in a long time. So I went on our date wondering if our chemistry will extend to the real world.
Sure enough… it did.
Read Part 3 HERE
ps: “Let Me In” is a fictional story