Bon Appetit a tout!

A couple of days ago I went to Chicken Tikka with a couple of gals from work to check out its salad bar and we are sitting munching away happily, enjoying the view of the Gulf Road through the floor-to-ceiling windows when I happened to look directly down below and spotted a man in dishdasha sitting in his parked car, talking on his cell phone.

At first glance, I would not have thought much of it, but something about the site of him made me observe. I had a clear view of his abdominal area, and saw he was, what I thought to be, scratching his balls, when I realised that no, he was masturbating!!! "Milkng the lizard" as some bloggers here have so eloquently phrased it...

I was not sure whome he was milking to, and I brought the other girls' attention to it, to which the most bashful of us turned away, red faced. "Don't look MA!" she exclaimed. "What if he sees you looking?!"

"And what if he does?!" I retorted, "God's already watching him..."

Transvestite Deported

Source: Arab Times, Monday, april 11, 2005:

Acting on information, securitymen from the Capital Governate put an Egyptian transvestite, identified only as Hamdi, under surveillance for some time and arrested him for what police called 'indecent' behaviour, reports Al-Rai Al-Alam Daily.

The daily, quoting a security source, said the suspect, who preferred to be called by a female name 'Basbousa' and usually wore lipstick and women's clothing, was deported to his home country wearing a man's suit.

Handsome Jerk... Still.

Ever get the feeling where that everyone you know is so busy with their lives and you just can't help feel down over it?
I've been feeling as such lately... and it's not very fun. :-(

To counter it, I've been trying to keep myself busy by filling in the voids of my free time by going to various art exhibitions, or going out on walks by the beach in Shuwaikh or simply visiting the salon and shops. I usually make sure I am exhausted by the time I come home so that I just crash and do not have to spend any time awake feeling melancholic, or if I do, I just curl up with my latest book and read it until i drift off to sleep, or I watch a DVD.

Speaking of art, I am to begin an apprenticeship under an Algerian painter who has been exhibiting his work in Kuwait (and abroad) for a number of years. I have already bought all my supplies (since my older ones have yet to arrive from the US), and I am very excited to begin. Hopefully by September will have some work to exhibit myself, and everyone's invited!!!

I attended the photography exhibit of Christopher Wilton, son of the British Ambassador. It's was okay. Lots of British pompous there, reminiscent of colonial days. I wasn't wowed really, but I have to say that I did run into some faces I had not seen in a long time. One of them was Mr. Confirmed Bachelor. A friendly soul. He has an amazing house, (hey, part of the bachelor image ya know?) and he throws pretty good parties too. I do not think he will ever settle down [chuckle]. The other person I ran into was someone I shall refer to as Handsome Jerk.

The story of Handsome Jerk:

When I first came to Kuwait in 91, I enrolled into a HS for my senior year and eventually lost my heart to HJ. He was popular, tall, good looking, 1/2 Kuwaiti (open minded). Of course I never let on how I felt about him, but I was completely enamored with him, so much so I had the courage to ask him to be my date to senior prom. Much to my surprise he accepted and I was floating on cloud nine throughout the month of April. Then, 2 weeks before prom night he tells me he couldn't be my date and that he was sorry. My mother did her best to consol my sobs (bless her).

I did still go to prom, with another date (the oldest date there, a 28 yr old architect from Spain). I spotted HJ across the room and balloons. He had arrived with another girl, someone from outside my school. Needless to say, the remainder of the prom dragged on around my sunken heart.

I never forgot Handsome Jerk... and tonight I was about to feel slightly vindicated

So I'm standing outside the exhibition waiting for my ride when my eye caught site of a good looking man making his way towards the gallery. He saw me and started walking towards me, saying my name. It took me a moment, and then... Oh my god! Handsome Jerk!

Damn! He looked fine! Still handsome as ever and now, as a full-grown adult, he had that added Tom Selleck appeaI. I tried to play it cool, not letting too much be apparent. We spoke briefly about why I was back in kuwait and what he was up to. He mentioned that he was now working at our old school, doing the sort of work that no teacher there wants to deal with.

Who'd have thought? Not that there's anything wrong with working at one's old school... but come on, the world is a huge place, and adventures await.

Karma's a funny thing...