Hello There

I was at the top of Bourke Street, nearly at Spring, heading to the Windsor to meet Nick for dinner. Nick loves all that grand dining what have you. I’m never so convinced. So, Nick is always taking me some place for dinner to convince me that grand dining is, in fact, the way to go.

I couldn’t help but think of that HR manager I once worked with who said the Windsor was full of asbestos, and half closed up because of it. I have no idea if that is true, but that is what she claimed.

I was attempting to make my way through the people and the outdoor tables on the foot path just before I turned into Spring Street. The people and the tables were many, the spaces in between were limited. It felt not unlike a slalom course.

A handsome Indian guy standing there, smiled, tilted his head, stepped sideways, and swept his hand in front of himself for me to walk through before him. He looked me in the eye and smiled, as I hesitated. 

“Come on,” he said.

His beautiful eyes twinkled, his lips parted gently to show a row of pearl white teeth. If I said my breath was taken away just for a millisecond, I’d be kind of exaggerating. I guessed he knew it though. He had the self assured smile of a man who was born handsome.

Nick says that about me, but he normally delivers it in a bitch, sarcastic manor.

"After you," he said.

I nodded, as if to say thank you, and stepped passed. I tried not to stare. Jesus, you are good looking, I thought.

The perfect jawline, amazing brown eyes, and skin like velvet, it was all I could do not to reach out and touch him. I dropped my eyes like a filthy gay boy taking in the bulge that was down there.

I looked up again as quickly. "Thank you," I said.

"Oh no," he said. "It is my pleasure."

I looked back after I had past, I couldn’t help myself, and he was still gazing at me. I nodded my head again and smiled. He smiled too.