Today while I was out with the RP crew, I was outside and a guy from
Saudi Arabia approached me. He wanted to know where all the "dance
clubs" are. I told him: they are on Richmond, but it's 9:30 on a tuesday
night. Nothing happens right now. He wouldn't take that for an answer.
He dragged me along so I can show him.
I felt a little bad; my best friend from high school was from "the
Kingdom" and it kind of suck there to PU. Males and females cannot even
talk to eacho other. He told me that in elementry school, the boys would
go to school in the morning. After when they all left, girls get to go
to school.
I can FEEL this guy's desperation and feeling of hopelessness. He needed
to see women tonight. He wants to talk to them. You see from the look of
his eyes that deep inside, from the deepest recesses of his soul, take
them into the fury of his animalistic embrace. How can I say no to this
guy? What man who feels the demon inside of him can?
We walked to Richmond and everything was closed. I tried to tell him to
go to Montana or just anything on John. He tells me: you're my brother,
show me. We went with our pack of Camel Lights and start looking.
No good, Montana no longer opens up their lounge on Tuesday. The hostess
tries to be helpful and offered advice for the Century Club. I told her:
my friend, he is from Riyad, they wrap up people's face there. He needs
to see a woman tonight. He might leave tomorrow and go back there. We
went to Up. It was the same. Not open, not really on Tuesday.
I was a little concern now. I still have my friends, hamburger, and
coffee at Jeriahmia's. These guys are cool; they won't stand for me just
taking off like that. I tried to point my new brother off to King
Street. Only a block away.
- No, his eyes said to me. You must show me.
We walked off again and this time to Bistro 332. It was empty. We
chatted up the waiter their, but he didn't know either. Almost
rhetorically he asked, who goes out on a Tuesday night? He led us to
Aldo, the bouncer, who is always trying to alpha everybody. He does it
again and made my Saudi friend feels bad.
- You want got a condom? hahahaha
Malki was starting to feel like shit. He doesn't need this. He wants
women. He doesn't know what he wants to do with them. But the urge is
strong; he wants them.
Tried Piccadliy's but closed on Tuesday as well. Only a bunch of skater
kids, using the ramp, wondering what the fuck a Chinese guy and Arab guy
is doing. Running like the devil is upon them.
We walked off again, this time wrapped back from Spadina, back to
Richmond and up Peters. We're back to omy stomping: Tonic. But no open.
Across the street is Buddha Bar. We are desperate now. He is desperate
and by sheer vibe of his aura, I am desperate too. They're open, but
from the window, they have no girls. Just a few energy kids doing
b-dance. This is the worse environment for PU, but anything is worth a
shot now. We plunged in --- and the bouncer stopped us for ID.
I gave him my driver's Lic while buddy just gave his ISIC card. To his
credit, the bouncer was professional and polite:
- Sorry. I can't take this. Only government ID like a driver license or
a passport. Landed immigrant papers. Or anything from the government.
The bouncer was adaminite. Malki tried and tried. He lied and said his
passport was in Missauga. The he tried the truth: it was with a relative
who is keeping it from him until he leaves. He shot angry looks. He gave
puppy dog looks. He asked if he can go in with my driver's license. The
bouncer just kept smiling, nodded his head in understanding and gave us
all the lines from the Smartserve manual on "how to handle difficult
customers."
It was hopeless. We just sat outside the bar on the steel chairs next to
the young spruce trees. Malki looked around to all the colours of the
disco lights from the inside and he broke.
- What do you want to do tonight with girls? Fuck them? I said.
- No! Just want to talk to them and be their friend.
This man probably never had a female acquaintance, and he probably never
will. He sat like the loniest man on Richmond Street. And I left him.
We said our goodbyes, he said he understood I have to go back to my
friends. I knew he had lied before, he had no friends in Toronto to go
clubbing with him. Just him, his ISIC card and the demon inside that
pushes him ever forward without telling him where he will be going.
And I left him --- with two more Camel Lights and my cell number to call
me on Thursday.
I ran all the way back to Jeramiaha's, slowing down only to catch my
breath because of all the cigarettes. Back with my RP friends and they
weren't happy. They had the right and I feel bad about that. But I knew
I did right that night and that made up the difference to me.
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