the lover...

Most people will experience having a lover at a certain point in their life. It may be when you are young, you have a crush on your college lecturer and he reciprocates that love (or lust is more like it). You lie to your parents about doing revision after hours , well yeah, literally - on bedroom positions.

Some may have many lovers when they are single. Just to play the field before settling down with one. Some people have them after marriage, when either husband or wife devoid the other of sex. And some like me get one inadvertently.

I met him when I was on a holiday. It was the local festivities and everyone was naturally high and happy and easy going. Well at least my friends were. After taking too much weed and alcohol, they started passing out one by one. It was only 10pm. I just stepped out of the hotel hoping for a good night out but was stuck being a driver to everyone else. After 2 hours, everyone was home and safe, albeit either sleeping outside their garden or gagging away in their toilets.

All was not lost, as Alison was still with a friend at a local bar. And lucky for me, her date brought a very cute guy along. We hit it off immediately, more so after taking 3 vodkas straight up since the bar was closing. So we went off to another club that has filthy air and head banging people, and enjoyed what was left of the night, sipping beers and flirting with each other.

“So, are you single?” comes the first personal question.

“Are you?”

“I can be if you want me to be”

You can read a lot from that phrase. Either he is married but still available, single and committed or plain damn horny.

Nothing happened anyway. I didn’t really trust a guy who can’t decide if he is taken or not. But he sure was cute and charming. We exchanged contact nonetheless.

“You know what will be a waste?”

“Me not seeing you again”

I nominate that to be the best closing pick up line ever - if there is such a thing. So I promised a next date.