How Do You Know There Is Chemistry?
February 15th, 2004How do you know there is chemistry? How do you know when there's that spark, that special something between you and her?
How do you know there is chemistry? How do you know when there's that spark, that special something between you and her?
Lots of food, lots of alcohol, and lots of loud laughter. That's how I would describe my Filipino Thanksgiving.
I was greeted with lots of warm smiles and handshakes. They welcomed me immediately. "Hi Michael! Welcome to our house!", "Michael! So good to meet you!", "Here Mike, have a beer!"
We lean against the bar and look out at the lounge. Pulsating trance beats the walls; pulsating lights beat our eyes. I pour my Jack & Coke down my throat and feel it burn my pores. It's strong. I smile.
Dimly lit faces pass us by. Someone flashes a grin and does a double take at my friend. I don't blame him. My friend is wearing a pretty low-cut, tight outfit tonight.
"What is it about women?" I asked as I peered down into my empty beer mug. "What is it that they do that makes us do such stupid things?"
"I don't think it's so much what they're doing, as much as what we're thinking," my friend answered, with a sway of his head.
"It was the way he sipped his coffee," she told me with a stern glare. "I could just tell, you know? I just knew."
"Yea," I nodded, taking a concentrated, quiet, easy sip of my coffee.
"He slurped it like a pig. His tongue was sticking out." Her eyes wandered out the window. "I don't know. He was a nice guy. But I just knew it wasn't going to work out."
"Are you telling me you have penis envy?" I gave her a sideways glance with one eyebrow arched.
"Well, have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a girl for a day?"
"Honestly, nope."
She shook her head. "I've always wondered what it would be like to be a guy for a day."
"Guys are so stupid. I hate men."
I sighed. "You're the third girl this week I'm hearing this from."
"Well," she shifted in her seat, "that's 'cuz we're all right."
"Okay." I cleared my throat and placed my arms on the table. "Tell me why you think we're all so stupid."
"I know why guys hate dancing so much."
"Oh?" I whirled my Jack & Coke, then tossed the straw into a napkin.
"Yea, I do."
"So are you going to tell me?" I took a swig of my drink.
She played with the cherry in her apple martini. "Nah, maybe I'll let you stew for a bit first."
"What do you think that means, exactly?"
I looked over to where here was pointing. A cute girl was perched on the round bench, elbows forward on the coffee table, talking to her friends. The smooth skin of her back was exposed, along with the top of a tiny purple thong.
"Every girl has thought about either being a lesbian or being a stripper or hooker, you know."
The guys around the table blinked. Geng smirked and looked at her sideways. "Ho ho yea?"
"Yea, totally."