Continued from part 2
You know the feeling when you meet someone for the first time, but you feel like you know them since forever? That’s what I felt when I shook hands with Ahmad and gave him a little kiss on the cheek and said “Hi”.
“Hi enta”, he said, winking at me. My heart literally skipped a beat. The guy has some serious charm.
He’s very straight acting. A mix of “bad boy” and “boy next door”. The type that chains you to the bed and fucks your brains out at night, then makes you cereal in the morning.
Our date started off in Nejmeh Square. We went to Starbucks, had two hot chocolates, and sat on the top level, all alone, on a very cozy sofa.
We talked about everything. When it comes to music, we actually couldn’t be more different, which is great, although I didn’t think it was funny when he didn’t know who Nicki Minaj was (he thought I was inviting him for a three way). But, hey, I didn’t know who his favorite band was. Black Sabbath? What is that?
His favorite movie: “The Godfather”. My favorite movie: “A Walk To Remember”. Not gonna comment on this one.
His favorite sport: soccer. My favorite sport: None. The guy’s a dude, anything but a gay stereotype.
When it comes to politics and religion, we have very similar views; we don’t believe in anything and anyone.
We had a serious discussion about some controversial issues like abortion, mercy killing, gay adoption. We supported all those. But he got really agitated when we discussed prostitution. I was all for it, but he was rather conservative.
“Why? Did you ever have a bad experience with that before?”, I asked.
“I think you have to know who you’re sleeping with. The diseases those people have. All those STDs. The unprotected sex. It’s just…”
He choked up.
“It’s just not safe”, he continued.
I was really into the conversation, but at the same time I just wanted to kiss him. I wondered if he felt the same way.
We left Starbucks and drove to Crepaway, his favorite restaurant. He worked there for 3 years during university, which helped pay for his tuition.
He said he just wanted to “grab a bite to eat” but ended up ordering the char grilled chicken, cheese nachos, and potato wedges.
Me: “Okay, where’s all that food going. You’re so thin!”.
Ahmad: “I go to the gym like 5 times a week. Plus, I never skip a meal. I shouldn’t skip it at all actually. You shouldn’t either.”
Me: “Are you kidding me? I gotta lose a couple of kilos! My jeans won’t button anymore. That explains why guys aren’t asking for my number at Milk anymore. You get 6 kilos overweight and suddenly you’re an outcast in the gay community.”
Ahmad: “Oh, shut up. You’re beautiful. Milk is trash. And about feeling left out and feeling like an outcast, I actually know how that feels. Very much so…”
Me: “Is that why you don’t have many friends on Facebook?”
He stays silent for like 5 seconds.
Ahmad: “Umm, among other things. Yes.”
He smiles at me, then points at the waiter and orders the check.
I offered to give him a ride home, so we got into my car.
There was a lot of awkward silence and I could feel him looking at me, but whenever I turned to look at him he would look the other away. It was weird. The date started off with me being shy, and after our conversation over dinner, he’s the one who’s shy?!
In an attempt to break the silence, I open my big mouth and ask:
“So when was the last time you had sex?”
He didn’t see that one coming! In my opinion, a little boldness never hurt anyone…except him, apparently. He became nervous again and tried to change the subject. I just assumed he probably had sex a couple of days ago and didn’t want to upset me or come off as a whore. But I would find out in the coming days that this wasn’t the case at all.
I parked my car under his building but didn’t want to say goodbye yet. I really wanted to end the night with a kiss on the lips. Of course I restrained myself, because:
a) It’s probably too soon for some tongue action
b) I didn’t want to out him in front of his neighbors
I thought to myself: the entrance of the building looks dark so I could get my kiss after all!
I accompanied him inside the building and waited for the elevator to arrive. It was pitch black so no one could see us. As we’re waiting, he stares at my lips, and moves his body towards me. I close my eyes, and wait for his lips to touch mine. And there it was! A kiss on the cheek.
“When will I see you again?”, I asked.
He looked away.
“Umm…I really donno. Soon.”, he answered.
Not the answer I was hoping for.
“You know what? We’ll talk online. We’ll talk about it later”, I said.
He nodded and got into the elevator.
I wouldn’t hear from him for the next eight days.
Read Part 4 HERE
ps: “Let Me In” is a fictional story
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