Blue point cafe

I suppose you cannot call it bowling, what you and I did. Not bowling. It was something very close, something painted out by a wild imagination of an exhausted mind encased in an exhausted body that craves nothing but rest. Not bowling. But it was fun. Diagonal and perpendicular lanes, lanes curving like ski slopes, people skiing, people throwing balls, balls colliding with pins, balls colliding with balls, balls colliding with people. Strike outs, scores and cheap drinks. Sound of voices, rolling balls, laughs from the heart. Shining eyes, honest smiles and heartwarming kisses. What more did we need to have a good time? And we had a good time. A fantastic time.

Blue Point Cafe. New York City. Beautiful morning. Maybe playing bowling all night was not such a good idea but that morning we did not feel tired at all. We orderd some crepes and a couple refreshing drinks. God I love those places where they lift up the windows and expose the interrior to fresh air. There you were, sitting accross from me in that yellow dress. God it looks so good on you. No matter what you say...

"How about them?" you asked.

I looked over and saw a group of people. It was a large mixed set. A lot of guys.

"Oh man, I feel nervous," I said grabbing my drink.

"Okay, then you lost the bet." you stated coldly.

"No, wait, you want me to do it?" I placed $10 on the table. "I'll do it."

I walked quickly to the table and said smiling:

"May I inquire why there are more guys than girls amongst you?"

Oh man... Yeah, you could keep that $10...

"Not all of us are so lucky," said a guy shaven bald.

"Really?" I raised my eyebrows, "Unlucky in... love?" They laughed. "Be honest girls, how many of you are single?"

"I am!" screamed a cute brown girl with dark curly dair.

"Really? Oh man, how do you manage?"

"What do you mean how do I manage??" her voice was shocked.

"Oh man..." I made a grimmace. "I see why you're single."

"She's been single for a while, man..." said the bald guy.

"Well, don't look at me... It would NEVER work out between us! I was actually..."

Nothing could stop me now. I was tumbling down a hill, picking up speed and momentum. With a corner of my eye I saw you get up from the table. You headed for the bar and began chatting up with the bartender.

"Why are you making me jealous?" I heard a familiar voice.

I turned around and saw Marcus.

"Oh please meet my boyfriend! This is Marcus," I told the group.

"What? You are gay?" gasped the single brown girl.

"Hey!" I almost screamed at her. "You're single, so why would you care?"

"They ARE gay!" shrieked all the girls and jumped on us.

"Have fun," I whispered into Marc's ear and made my way to the bar.

"Excuse me, miss," talking to you in english made me feel very artificial. I felt myself smiling, I couldn't help it. You looked at me and you were smiling too. It took me an immense effort to supress my smile and continue, "Have you any idea what the best dish is in this cafe?"

"I just had a wonderful crepe..." you said.

"Thank you," I started to walk away but then stopped and pivoted. "And what about that drink?" I asked. "I suppose that is the best drink in this cafe."

"Why would you think that?" you asked.

"Well," I looked deep deep into your eyes and I found the challenge I was looking for. "Simply because you just had and amazing dish means that you MUST have had an amazing drink by its side."

"Is that what you would do?" you said.

"Yes, of course." I looked at you for a long moment. I could feel how jealous I made you with my approach to the table where Marcus now was. "Can I try it?"

"Are you sick?" I saw your eyes laughing.

I already knew how to respond. And not because I went through hundreds of girls and women day to day, night to night. Everything I applied I had known before. Everything I knew, every move, every line, every part of my personality I ever used to my advantage, all that I learned from talking with you. You were my confidence. You were my strength. You gave me the power that drove me to excel.

I took your glass without a word. The drink was good. It would be, we ordered the same thing, me and you.

"You know," I said. "I've been looking at you for such a long time from over there, where my friends sit," I waved to Marcus. He was making out with one of the blondes. The bald guy waved to me. Then Marcus waved to me. "I couldn't help but notice that every guy in here is checking out your ass."

"You noticed that?" you laughed. "Do you like that?"

"Of course."

"Are you one of those guys?"

"No. I just count the guys that check your ass out. Its much harder than just checking your ass out because I have to check your ass out and check out the guys at the same time."

"So how many did you count?" you laughed.

"35!"

You looked around like everyone really was staring at you.

"There are less than 35 guys here!" you exclaimed.

"Yes, but mine counts for 10."

We just stared into each other's eyes. I was going to kiss you. I knew the time was right...

"Mikhail! What's going on?" Mike grabbed me by the shoulders from behind. "Wow, who is this?"

"Mike, my friend" I bear hugged him. I wasn't upset. Just disappointed. "This guy always knows how to be on time!"

"Hey I remember you!" Mike said to you. "This guy used to talk about you all the time."

"Really?" you laughed.

"Yeah yeah, tell her about it," I moved my way towards our table. "Hey bartender, gimme another!" I yelled, then moved towards Marcus. "Hey man, are you having fun?"

"Mikhail! You're here on time," I knew that tone of voice. "I was just telling this pretty lady about reflexology."

"Ah..." I smiled. "Hence the one dimentional game, right Marc?"

"Hey hey, Mikhail, I am not making you jealous now, am I?"

"Did you know," I addressed the girls. "He is actually not gay?"

"What?? You're not??" the blonde jumped back as if she got an electic shock.

"Funny isn't it?" I couldn't stop. "Girls would do anything with a gay dude." I leaned in "Hey, what if I told you that Marcus here was a really sweet, sensitive guy, who is really hurt by the fact that he has to portay himself as a faggot to get into your pants?!"

"Um dude..." the bald guy was flabbergasted. "That's like... not cool."

"Hey, don't mind me, I AM actually gay. But he is not..."

Again, they jumped on us both.

"Have fun man," I walked back to our table.

You and Mike were sitting accross from each other and chatting.

"Excuse-me," I said to you. "I'm sorry I just noticed you, this might sound random, but I've never seen someone so..."

"Hey Mikhail," Marcus cut me off. That was quick. "Save that one for another day."

I looked you in the eyes. God you looked pretty in that dress. We got up and left the place.

"Were you playing gay again, Marcus?" Mike asked.

"Yeah man" he said. "I got them all over me. Whoo-hoo!"

"Why do you play gay?" you asked.

"Ohh, tell her, his explanation actually makes sense." I said.

"Well," began Marcus. "Playing gay is not really something I prefer doing. But it turns out that..."

Voices fell into silence. I lay in bed and the lyrics to the next song were already forming in my head...


If we get together, if we get together,
On a day that is sunny, or during bad weather,
Our worlds would unite
With the power of Zen
Believe what I say
In March or in May
Tommorow, today
Right now or delay
And all that's inside
Will pave our way
If we get together again...

For each other's hearts we have just one key
And I am for you is who you are for me.
Yet my missing half
Has the strength of ten men
And time will fly by
Beneath the blue sky
We'd give it a try
And go really high
And we'll only laugh
We never would cry
If we get together again...