It was a week after my graduation. My job hunt had been a success. I managed to land a job with a multinational corporation and that too as an Assistant Customer Relation Manager. Yup! No bribe here. Sheer charisma must say! The very reason I was popular among the chic’s in college. Envy of friends and a favorite of faculty.
So I was draining myself in vodka while cracking hollow jokes about my boss with a bunch of colleagues. Since we all had lost our sanity the whole world seemed like a comic strip and all the characters had come to life. However, I assume, somewhere at the back of my head the animal mating senses were still alive and kicking. You can’t blame a man for looking around for a catch. We are born to admire sexy women. And the vodka clearly accentuated it.
After what almost seemed like an hour of worthless existence I began to gather myself. Displaying my acrobatic tactics I headed towards the exit only to be obstructed by the security. (What? I swear I haven’t touched a woman in my life. I’m innocent.) Oh! I hadn’t paid for my drinks. Sheepishly grinning at the guard I swayed towards the bartender, and placed a $ 50 bill on the counter. He shoves the money back in my direction and said it wasn’t required. Ok! Either I hadn’t drunk at all or the bartender was gay. In a while I got to know it was neither. Apparently the lady at the table in the left dingy corner had taken care of my bill. Sigh! If only I had known sooner I would have consumed a few more drinks.
I advanced towards her trying with all my might to come across as a dignified human being. So… there were two women at the table But why were they dressed alike? As I moved closer I realized it was the alcohol and there was, just, oh my God! One amazing woman at the table. Was this a mirage? She was the most stunning lady I had ever laid my eyes on. Foxy yet conservative, confident yet warm. The glow on her unmade up face proved that all the girls I had previously dated would have paled in her existence. She looked up from the table and signaled for me to take a seat. Trying hard not to gape and portray myself as a jackass I accepted the offer. We exchanged our personal information and pleasantries. All this while, it did not occur to me to thank her, the very reason I had headed in her direction in the first place. I was so overwhelmed by her presence that the surroundings seemed to dissolve away. She asked me about my whereabouts and everything just poured out, like an unfixed faucet spluttering water all over the place. You see, I may not come across as a person of a few words, but the fact is I generally do not divulge into my family problems. However Maya seemed too close to heart. I was so engrossed with my own tales that I rarely asked her about her life and neither did she offer to inform.
After a while or maybe 2 hours the alcohol started wearing off. It was around 1:00 am. Better make a move or else I would be awarded with the title of the ‘first man to keep his job for the least number of hours’. I took Maya’s leave with the promise I’d meet her the next day at the same time. She just smiled. That means she’d be there. I hoped for her to be there.
All I could do the whole of the next day goes without saying. Seemed like she had possessed me. Keeping my composure I went through the day only in anticipation of the night to follow.
At around 7:00 pm the women in me took over. No I’m not gay….but who said guys don’t have a female streak especially when it comes to dressing for that special one. First it was, should I wear my heart boxers or the Simpson’s one? Would it matter? Next, Would I come across as imposing if I dressed formal…let’s stick with the casual look! But then would she take me to be a jerk?
Hmmm…..no I figured it was just me. Maya, a segment of my fantasy. Maya the alcohol. Maya, a character at a bar. Maya, a creation of a drunkard. Maya…..a wall facing the tab
le in the dingy corner.
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