yes.. a dual date not a double date.
it was summer of 2002, software was still in the down turn and my weekends were mostly spent in quest for new dates. still shadowed by my first crush, none seemed to meet the high criteria set by him. apart from being amazingly interesting at bed, what he had that others didn’t have was a private place.
i was living with my parents and i could never get anyone home. however the one time i tried getting someone home, my grandmother knocked on the door in the middle of the night to get something from my room. wonder if she heard the noises or if she really needed something.
so the search for dates gets harder and most of the guys on the chat at that time were people who were seeking a place and willing to travel. as it turns out, it was my lucky sunday. i found someone who was a couple of miles away from my house and he had a place.
once the place was settled, it was customary to check the stats. (forget which comes first, stats or place..) anyway, my type at that time was anyone my height, weight, age.. (seems pretty lame now, but at that time i found that type sexually attractive..) we both met each others ‘my type’ criteria.
almost missed to mention something that made my chances of getting dates bleak – my mode of transport. i had to depend on the public transport and i could reach only where the red buses would go. he was willing to pick me up from the bus stop.. and so there i was waiting for him.
he came promptly as he said and stopped his bike on the other side of the road. i crossed the road, exchanged an ‘hello’. he asked, ‘do you want to come?’. he looked the way he had described himself on the chat and so i hopped onto his bike.
so as we were taking the stairs to his house he said, ‘if anyone asks how you know me, tell them we work together..’
now wait a minute, i thought he mentioned he had a private place. i told him ‘ok’.
we were entering his room when his brother passed by without any introductions. next to pass was his mother and i knew it wasn’t going to be so easy. after a few nicities, i was finally in his room. he was still talking to his mom and came into room after a few minutes with two cups of coffee.
couple of minutes later, he closed the door. so this was his idea of a private space. it was kind of weired, but well if this is what i get..so be it. it was slightly awkward sitting there and trying to search for a topic to converse. he asked me if i wanted to see his porn collection and the next moment we were watching it.
there was a knock on the door.. the monitor got switched off, i picked up a book from the table next to me and he ran to open the door. it happened as if we were programmed to do it and it didn’t take a second to change the setting of inside the room.
a phone call for him. who would have imagined such an interruption. he got back after a few minutes and mentioned one of his old friends was in his area and was going to come and meet him. ‘is he queer?’ was all i could think of asking. apparently, he was.
after a few awkward moments, the monitor went on again and ….
ten minutes passed, the monitor went off and our pants were back to where they were.
interestingly, the book i picked up was the book that i was reading for work and it gave us something to talk about. we soon switched to talking about our work and how the slowdown has affected our companies, his future career plans.. then about his brother, his studies etc., etc.,
does the sexual thoughts take more priority? they seemed to. after having popped out, we seemed to find more topics to talk..
it was not until another hour before his friend finally arrived. just looking at him i could tell he shared a similar history like mine with the host. didn’t take much to realize he was one of the ‘willing to travel, seeking place’ types.
oddly enough or as it is meant to be, his friend also was ‘my type’ guy…
after the initial hello’s there was an awkward silence for a few moments.. to give them space, i started flipping the pages of the book that was still around.. i suddenly noticed some movement and both of them walked out of the room.
the host came in after a minute and i knew he wanted to tell something but didn’t know how to. i was more than willing to leave now and i hated to have put him in that awkward position. so i got up and was about to tell him that i am leaving…
he surprised me by saying – ‘my friend wants to be private with you, do you mind?’. this can’t be happening. i probably should have said no.. but i said ‘ok’.
he moved out, his friend moved in, the door closed and …
another 10 minutes.. and door opened.
none of us spoke for a few minutes. i can’t say what was going on in their minds and i really didn’t care much about them at that time.
i was thinking.. ‘what just happened. should i have said ‘no’. well, the fact of the matter is, i am here with two guys who are ‘my type’, i would date them if i met them separately, so what is the difference now? after all a date usually is finding that person who is my type, talk and sleep with him.. does it matter if i dated them separately at different times? why not date at the same time? well.. may be this is just a hook up then..’
After a while, I asked them what they were doing for the rest of the day, they were saying something which never got registered.. at least it set them talking and soon i found myself asking them to drop me back at the red bus stop.
Never met them again in private again, but we did meet on several other occasions in public. One on them even started working in my company.
Never spoke about that sunday again.
Over the years, both got married.