Monologue of a Gaay in the city

According to Wikipedia “Mumbai (Marathi: मुंबई Mumbaī,), formerly known as Bombay, is the capital of the Indian state of Maharashtra. With an estimated population of about 13 million, it is the largest metropolis in India and one of the most populous cities in the world” but at any given point of the day you will find just the same 25 guys logged on to G4M (guys with pics)& the GDar page which does not exceed 2 pages of members online! Such a big city & so less gay guys what a shame!I think the city needs a name change -second time -from “Mumbai” to “Same bay”. Cause one just keeps doing the SAME stuff & coming across the  SAME guys ever & ever.

I end up meeting my SAME friends over a weekend since we did not have anything else to do we decide to go the SAME party at the SAME Liquid Lounge, & guess what we dance on the SAME nos. End up saying hello to the SAME guys…SAME DJ…Same shifting between the Bollywood area to English Hip hop…After spending sometime on the dance floor I find a place at the bar ordering the same drinks & while I was sipping drinks I see “Black vest”.

Black vest is a party regular a 24 something hot looking guy & we have always spotted him entertaining “Goras” (white skin guys) well I think it’s a preference I did not have problem with that, but one thing that I had a problem with was he always showed up in a black vest (atleast when I had been to the party that’s like 7 times).He comes & hands over his coupon for the drink & orders for  vodka with lime & as he was waiting for it I was pretending not to directly look at his biceps & awesome butt but I failed. When he got his drinks & was about to move I couldn’t stop myself, I tap on his back & ask him “why do u always wear the same vest?” he smiles & answers “It’s a secret” he comes closer to me & whispers in my ear “I am ready to tell you if you are ready to dance with me on the floor” now this was something which was really uncommon guys like Black vest don’t like guys like me neither am I fair nor muscular these things don’t happen to boy next door types. I knew something was wrong but then i thought he was just doing the “love thy neighbour boy thingy” moreover I wanted to give it a shot cause there was atleast something different happening in my gay world.

So while we were dancing I keep my senses aware as to where his hands were going .There his hands touch my jeans back pocket that’s where my wallet is after his hands moved from there I just use my hand to check if the wallet was still there, I also keep checking my front pocket for if he hasn’t flicked my mobile. While I was acting as Mr. Conscious & the DJ announced the last song I ask him about the secret .He sighs & says “well I lied there is no secret, I can say its just lucky cause I get to dance with u” I reply a bit sarcastically “Ahh… Flattery, I get it” Just then Mr. Black vest just took off his vest & handed it over to me before I ask why, he kisses on my cheek & tells me for being so sweet & goes. Half of the crowd was looking at me, I spot Ken & Rumi doing the same & go towards them & Rumi tells me to check if my wallet was fine & I give him an annoying look… & he tells Ken “What! After doing dirty dancing this bitch has just got a VEST! Where’s the whole package” that is when Ken tells me to atleast see where he has gone. I tried to look for him outside but he had just disappeared.

That night I realised maybe I was judging the city too much. Maybe there were many profiles that I missed on cause I assumed them. Maybe I had to revisit many things which I missed on…May be every thing was not the SAME in the bay & maybe it was ME who had the SAME perspective & assumptions.

 Maybe I should have asked Black vests phone.