Lapses of lingy…

You’ve heard of dream dates. But have you heard of dream double dates? Or rather a dream threesome date? (and I don’t mean a menage a trois)

Just had one yesterday –  me, my buddy Meera and this chap (we shall call him S), whom we both sorta fancy.

Meera and I happened to spot this chap in a play. We were seated very close to the stage, and whilst our knight in shining armour was spewing his lines rather eloquently, he made eye contact with (apparently) both of us. We exchanged notes during the interval and decide that our friend (we shall call him V) who was also in the play must introduce us to S.

Our friend was more excited than us and proceeded to play cupid and fix up our ’double date’. He made S sound like Greek God to us ( MA, M Phil and PhD, eloquent, well-read, genuine…the works) and us sound like the epitome of womanhood to S.

The build-up continued — before the deemed time for our coffee date, S texted both of us refering to himself as our slave. Lots of more texting back and forth, between him ‘n’ me, him ‘n’ my friend and Meera ‘n’ me. The latter, we had umpteen discussions on what to wear. Should we get dressy, should we keep it casual etc etc. So, casual with a bit of lip gloss was the way to go.

Meera reached first, then me and finally our ’slave’ who landed up about 38 minutes late, texting us all the way whilst in traffic. It was an amusing situation.

Off-stage he turned out to be charming, congenial, intelligent and well-read, not to mention well-groomed and well-mannered. And he made it a point to give us equal doses of attention.

We spoke about theatre, film, writing, books, oddissi, music, Delhi, Mumbai, Odissi etc etc etc

And then it was time to part. First he took my hand in his and held it for a few seconds longer than deemed necessary and said we must meet a again. Next, he took Meera’s hand and held it for a few seconds extra and said we must meet a again. We agreed completely.

After he left we called up our friend V and sang praises of S, both sounding like the cats who got the cream. My friend suggests we both date him. ” You can have his left arm and you can have his right arm, ” he said.

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