Purity

I went out with R, my friend who is Indian and gay to meet with this lesbian who met me at the New Year’s party who said she was South Asian. I walked around the block in the cold snow a couple times before I was able to even figure out the place. It was a upscale Mediterranean restaurant which had hookahs and baklavas galore. I simply ordered some warm red wine which everybody else was drinking and after two glasses was feeling a light buzz. We ordered some dips like Moh’mara and another plate with Hummus with some pita bread and happily sat and ate a lot of the stuff.

So apparently this girl P is from Nepal but she grew up here locally. She was telling us how she had seen me with my friends at the New Year’s party and was so thrilled to see an Indian girl at the party (my friend eternal girlfriend who she assumed was a lesbian since it was an LGBT fundraiser sort of event.) Her name means purity in Hindi and she seems very proud of her name and stressed that it had to be pronounced a certain way. It so happened that the college kids in town had their Indian students gathering on the same day and so we decided to head out there and check it out. P talked a lot like a guy. I am trying very hard not to stereotype her but the way she says, “Dude, Check it out!” every time she sees a girl, is just amusing to me. She had her fair share of making fun of my boots which were rather ummmm……colorful. She asked if we wanted to come over and do pot at her place and we politely refused.

Overall she was a highly enthusiastic individual who seems really thrilled with the whole meeting. We on the other hand found her charmingly simple being. She works in some LGBT action task force sort of place which fights for the LGBT rights.