It was 11:30 pm and I was sitting in a club with a glass of sprite in my hand. I had came along with my friend Andy, she was a damn party animal. No matter how funky and crazy she was, she was the only close friend of mine. She understood me well and we were together since University. it had been probably 5 years since we were friends. She and I were very different. I never really visited clubs and all with friends whenever I was invited, but when it's with Andy, I would never deny. Because she knows exactly how I am. And most importantly she would never force me to play the stupid game of truth and dare. Well, truth and dare isn't that bad of a game but I have seen friendships and relationships shattering just because of this game. So, I always stayed out of it. Anyway, I was getting bored in the club that day. Andy was enjoying to its fullest.
I never understood what's so satisfying in dancing on the floor full of sweaty, strange and weird people on songs which had loud noise and incomprehensible lyrics ? It all felt senseless to me. Andy was having a blast on the dance floor with her friends she made in this club long ago. Yes, she had a boyfriend but he couldn't even last a month. She probably had dated 2 guys this year. I felt bad for her. Such a nice woman and such bad relationships. I never really talked with her about her failed relationships. I preferred staying out of such things. I comforted her when needed but never gave any advice when she asked me to give one when things were not working well between her and her 3rd boyfriend. I had no experience in love matters and loved enjoying myself. It did feel lonely sometimes. On top of it I was an orphan. Loneliness used to take over often. But I used to pretended everything to be okay. Like I was always happy to have Andy, myself and career in my life. What else I could do?
Just when I was lost in my own thoughts a voice came over asking, “What's the name of the drink that you're having?”
I was perplexed for a while. Then after few seconds I looked in the direction of that voice and answered, “ It's sprite.” The expression on that man's face changed a bit and he asked me, “In such an expensive club which is famous for its variety in drinks, you are sitting here sipping 'Sprite' ? Isn't it odd?.”
“Well, maybe for you it is, but I don't drink. And even though the club is expensive there isn't any mandatory rule that everyone in here must drink liquor, right?” I thought my bitter repose might have pissed him off a bit, but his response startled me. “You are hot, you know? Well, by looking at you I guess you don't.” I almost choked on my drink on hearing such response from him.
“What? Are you crazy?” “No, I'm not. There's no one I would be crazy for yet. And miss, by hot it doesn't mean I'm commenting on the way you look or the way you haved dressed but they way you talked with boldness in your voice; that's something I found hot.” I was at loss of words. I couldn't find any. I was just looking at him blankly and was still comprehending what he just said. Never received such a compliment. With such responses I was always taged as 'Arogant'. Then, as I was looking at him, he paid for his order, picked up his glass of drink and walked away. I watched him walk till he disappeared in the dancing crowd.
