A Night Out

After quite awhile, I went out to a bar last week.  Lately, things have been too busy or I've just had friends over to my house. But, last week, I was invited out to a friend's girlfriend's 30th birthday party.  I had nothing to lose and thought I'd drop by for an hour.  

Within twenty minutes, I had a guy chat me up while he waited to order a drink.  Another half hour later, another young man named Harry came up to me and started talking to me.  He was out, taking his 19-year old cousin out for the first time.  So, he was driving and couldn't drink.  Harry explained that if he were caught drinking and driving, he'd lose his job as he was driving the company car.  (I did tell him that he shouldn't drink and drive, period, but he ignored that comment and shifted the conversation). 

Harry tried to guess what my background was - he couldn't figure it out as I look white and yet have an Indian name.  Once I told him thatI I was Indian, he stressed a few times that he didn't do the "brown thing", attend "brown events" or date "brown girls" (he was from Goa).  But, why did he continue talking to me then?  Regardless, for the first time in a very long time at a bar, if not ever, I gave him my phone number.  Harry told me that he had just sold his house and wasn't sure where he would move to.  His condo at Front and Spadina was being rented and moving back in would mean "partying every night of the week".

My friend soon came over to see if I needed to be rescued, and it scared Harry, who retreated back to his own group of friends.  My friend decided to smooth things over and make it clear that we weren't together, rather was only checking up on me, and Harry texted me throughout the night as we mingled with our own groups of friends.

It was nice to be pursued...even if just for a night.  Who knew if this will go anywhere.