I honestly didn't plan a hook-up last Friday or any day for that matter. I'm way too ooooold for them hook ups.
I haven't had any sensible conversation with any guy these past many months (well, except from my guy friends, who technically do not count). We all know that there's a dearth of intellectually stimulating men in this city.
On MSN, Yasmeen Ghauri was intellectually sound enough to merit a meeting, at least for drinks, as my initial intention was (I swear!).
In fact Yasmeen Ghauri was way beyond sensible when I finally met him obfuscated with cigarette smoke. Behind the carbon monoxide, however, was a smart, articulate, and charming guy, thus (un)covering what's "right" about him. God knows that if you put an intelligent guy in front of me I get wobbly in the knees.
Besides, and most importantly (ha!), he did not really come close to my required body mass index to make him remotely sexy in my book. You may kill me now.
Well obviously these "wrongs" outweighed the "rights", hence explaining why after stops in a couple of clubs and about half a dozen cocktails later, we ended up having cold pizza at his place and literally* dancing the swing at five in the morning. Queso!!! (I learned "queso" from Japheth.)
The next evening we had dinner (
When we went back to his place he shared with me three blogs that he writes. I had been reading them the past days and good gawd his writing is truly admirable. He makes the banal sound sensational, not to mention that (assuming he is writing honestly) his blogs reveal a romanticism in him that is quite endearing.
OK, let me wrap this up before I start worshiping the keypad of his notebook.
There's nothing much to say actually. He caught his flight last Sunday afternoon.
* To respond to Man of the Rose's question. Hihihihi.