1st real Vacation - Day 3

Still didn’t get much sleep. What is it with this horrible jet-lag? Oh and BTW, Dude1 was headed for a party after dropping me off at 11pm and he’s @ the conference looking bright and refreshed. Life is so unfair. The group decided to visit China town in the evening. Why not? Roomie, Dude1 and I decide to walk down instead of taking a cab. We get there and start to look around. End up not buying anything which Dude1 is not particularly finding funny although he’s  a good sport and jokes about it. Oh, btw, I found out Dude1 is super spoken for today – married with kids. I remember the look roomie and I shared when we realised it. I’ll always cherish the way we women communicate with our eyes. Lucky gal dat’s got him hooked. Too bad for the friend I had him hooked up with in my head. Infact, I had got her to get off the bed with the news of a fine boy I met who I thought would make a good “friend” for her. Amazing what a fine boy (or the thought of one) can do to a girl. Lol. Again I digress.

Back to china town. We want to get something to eat so Dude1 calls a friend who lives in town to get recommendations. Happens there’s a nice Chinese restaurant somewhere else in town so off we go. Dude1’s friend is there and we had a splendid time. Dude1’s friend is such a, how do I describe him, smart ass without being annoying. He actually threw a few jabs that I didn’t have a comeback to. That’s rare.  Laughs, stories, friendly insults and general fun – awesome time. I believe we got back home at 1am this time. For someone who hadn’t slept well in days, I bet you’ld agree with me that I was pushing things far.

I don’t feel bad however, and to crown it all, the night ended on such a lively note. I happened to be saying something to Dude1 and I had repeated it a couple of times without getting a response. Then I realised he was staring at two lovely “ladies” in some guy’s arms. What da *!&`? For me, it’s unacceptable for a married man to stare that uncontrollably. It’s ok to “admire God’s handiwork”  (BF and I do that together sometimes) but to ogle, no way! I walk up to Dude1’s friend to “report” the situation and get the same reaction: he just ignores me and stares. Hey! Hello! What’s happening here? The three walk past us and then Dude1 goes, do you know those “ladies” are men? What the *!&`? Stop making me swear guys. No way! But apparently, it’s true. Now I understand why they were staring. Had nothing to do with ogling. Sorry for judging guys.

There’s something to be said here for Dude1. He’s obviously a very respectable person. Nice enough to be down to earth but aloof enough so it does not occur to you to get ideas. Exudes a sense of security that assures you he means no ill, and has no interest in you apart from friendship (no strings attached). It’s refreshing to meet people like that. As a hard-core tom-boy, I got to hang around with loads of guys and they treated me like I was just another guy but as we grew older and I got more girlish, I got the stares and advances. I’m so used to getting it now that I usually put up a huge wall. I cherish the experience of meeting somebody who’s just being friends; I cherish the experience of meeting a respectable married man. This paragraph is a toast to Dude1. God bless him and God bless his family. To all Dude1-like guys out there, we cherish you. Thank you!

And just before I go to bed, I wonder if the guy knew the "ladies" in his arms are not quite - well - ladies. I tried listening out for a scream but I didn't hear one. It's a large hotel anyway. Whatever. Have a good night (or day - whichever is relevant to you).