Dinner, Fireworks and a date

It’s the long weekend here for the July fourth holidays. Unfortunately, since the fourth falls on a Tuesday it’s an interrupted long weekend. The fireworks show that I am so proud of was postponed from Saturday to Sunday. I did absolutely nothing on Saturday but was looking forward to the dinner on Sunday. So there is this desi girl who grew up in the US and she is a total sweetheart. Complete gudiya she is. Petite, short, sad puppy like eyes and she is the perfect fag hag. She always hangs out with gay people for some reason.

Anyways, I knew Desi guy’s mom was going to be there and was getting ready for an absolute fun evening. Desi boy and mom showed up after going to all the thrift stores for shopping. His boyfriend showed up with a bunch of guys later. They actually smiled at each other this time. And she made jokes about how he looked familiar and stuff. That was definitely a change. I think their main problem is language. The aunty is completely sindhi and Hindi and does only a smattering for nouns in English. Sort of a very amitabh bachan like English in “Amar Akbar Anthony”.

Anyways, I “came out to her” when she asked me when I was going to get married and I replied that “Aunty, mujhe ladkiyan pasand nahi hain” (I don’t like girls). This made me feel really awkward and felt like I was in second grade and saying I don’t like girls or something. Anyways, she joked about how I had just spared some girl of the horror of having to live with me. I smiled awkwardly. Then after a while I was looking at some desi program on TV and was looking at priyanka chopra and saying something about her dress and aunty said, “I thought you didn’t like girls” and I replied, “Are, what’s wrong in looking?” and she laughed. And then I laughed.

We had a long conversation after that in which she basically said that we desis in the US spend more time pandering to the needs of others than of our own back in India to which I replied that she was the only one in the room that thinks of Americans as others and that the rest of us thought of Americans as our own as we did with Indians. At which point I think the score was her 20 and me 1.

Then she got tired and went back to her home and I went with the rest of the folks to see the fireworks which were awesome as usual. There is something about feeling loud bangs and colourful lights in the sky with classical music reaching a fevered pitch towards the finale or climax of the fireworks. A very moving experience every time.

A crowd of 150,000 people all heading home after the fireworks seemed to be rather chaotic for some reason. So we to a nearby home of someone we knew. We sat and chatted with some them until the traffic cleared up. They were basically white folks but they had an Indian girl child apparently adopted from somewhere back in Chennai and when they learnt I was from there, I was bombarded with questions about traditions like naming ceremony for Priya. I very frankly told them that I had no idea about such things and that they were better off asking the priest at the nearby temple. But by then I already knew that they were hardcode PeaceCore activists and had perfect disdain for anything that resembled organised religion. With such force they shot down the idea, and I didn’t try suggesting anything quite as ridiculous after that. Perfect heathen. The only thing I could mumble back was that if they wanted to bring up children in a non religious way, then they should be made aware of why they reject religion or else they might fall easy prey to missionaries of one kind or the other. Jehovah’s witness, mormons, plain old Baptists, Hare Krishnas. The world is full of them.

We returned home late at night and I had a working day Monday. I could hardly keep awake until I had my cup of coffee at work. Monday went on by really quick. Tuesday was a longer day. I had another date. Blond, not very tall, overweight, sort of a nice guy, simple expectations, makes out well, makes good money and has a very similar degree and job as mine; he can’t drive at night, since he has awful night vision apparently. We went out for dinner and came back to my place to watch a movie after which we made out for a bit before I dropped him back home. I am still contemplative about a second date with him. I can’t say sparks flew or anything. But seemed like a rather stable chap.

I have another guy I have lined up but I get emails from him once a week and arranging a date with him has been a hassle over emails at that rate. Even if I did date that guy, god knows that I might get to see him like once a month or something probably. What’s the point in that? Oh well, life goes on.

Pavitra asked if we should form our own South Asian gay part of the pride parade this week. Somehow I am not very comfortable with that idea. I still haven’t figured out why. I am writing it off to fear of the unknown for now and I will come back to re-visit that topic later sometime. I guess baby steps are better than no steps. The Sri lankan guy seems to be doing some OutReach Booth in a park nearby.

Remember I told you guys that the sibling order matters in guys turning out to be gay? Well, it’s the title page of the time magazine this time around. I thought it was worth mentioning.


Mood: Work, sleep, play, eat. It’s a good mix. What next? Looking forward to the pride weekend.