No! I mark easily!

Well, my skin that is. So when I walk into work on Monday morning with a giant blue-black welt on my neck, it naturally leads people to ask if something is wrong. Well, the virgins at work anyway asked if I hurt myself. The all-knowing souls on the other hand; I get a wink and a nod. The Vikster has had a good weekend.

Clubbing on Friday with S. and his very beautiful and interesting date S. took me to Shooters, this club in Bandra I'd never been to which is weird seeing as it would be the closest club to my place and McDonald's. Now how did I ever miss the place? I walk in with my Superman Tshirt and about 5 minutes later a very sheepish girl comes up to me and hands me a napkin (TOTALLY flirting with me) with a request to hand over my Tshirt to her and her friends. I played along gamely, hoping there would be a hot guy friend who would perhpas want my Tshirt too...But alas, just a bunch of women. Anyway, they buy me a drink, ask me to dance, touch me rather suggestively when the DJ played CandyShop and then ask for my number. Boy! Women in Bombay are aggressive! Nice! If only they teach their lily-livered brothers to show the same amount of guts...

Ended up at a close friends birthday party on Saturday. Lots of fun and lots of bitching. Well, it was a room full of gay men after all. I spent some time linking everyone in my head (Well, he's slept with him, and he's slept with him and I've slept with him and he's sleeping with them both but they don't know it, and he's slept with us all and....) The hot guy who hadn't slept with any of us was instantly judged by us all...and numbers were exchanged. Pity he seemed uninterested in me. He did laugh at my jokes though....(which means he was probably very drunk ..or just being polite). Ah well, Happy birthday GuppieTalk!

And then Sunday Blessed Sunday! Waking up late with a mild hangover, heading off to Coffee Day to read my book in peace (Jerusalem, One City, Three Faiths - Karen Armstrong), before I know it I'm 3 Cappachilos down and 140 pages into the book (about when Titus tears down the Temple). No cute men around. Apparently 12 noon is way too early for the hotties of Bandra to show up anywhere. I gamely soldier on through the book...I'm starting to worry I'd give up a good date for a good book nowadays. At least my book won't cheat on me. LOL! *looks down at shoes*

Anyway, get a phone call from girl from Friday's club night. She wants to meet up to say Hi. OK, I say, I'm not doing anything, Come on down and we'll walk along the Carter Road Promenade. She shows up and we wlak along in the HOT sunshine and make desultory conversation. I quickly find out she's 22 and thinks like a 15 year old. Sigh. Even the women who want me aren't mature enough to know what they want. I shudder and force myself to listen to the details of her vacation to Dubai. I hear "shopping" and my ears perk up. I hear "Hot Arab men" and suddenly I'm all ears. Then she grabs me (We're sitting on the promenade now) and proceeds to chew the gristle off my (ol' crone-like, withered) neck. "Ow!" I protest, "Stop! I mark easily!" (I seemed to have forgotten the phrase "bruise like a Georgia Peach") She continues and then moves on to a more pleasurable kissing session (I mean, on my lips).

Well, it's been a while since a guy kissed me. I miss that. I may be gay..but I'm still a man. I'll take what I can get.

Lips locked for 15 minutes, I beg off saying I have somewhere I need to be. I walk her back to her car and come out to her along the way. "Oh! OK" she says "It's just that you had awesome lips so I just had too...I'm so sorry". LOL! NO! I enjoyed it just as much as you did B.

And then spend the rest of the evening and night hiding a rapidly growing and colouring hickey. It was red when I went over to V.'s party, blue when I got home and about a deep grey this morning..People snigger, girls giggle, guys nudge each other. Yes. I mark easily.

But someone kissed me. Horray! Even if it was a woman....

Current music:
Humming "Shiny Happy People" by REM to self softly. (My headphones are missing!)

OK, so I'm also doing the funny dance that goes along with the song..