The Question: Dine In or Take Out?

The usual crowd was present that night. The lights still flickered. The bubbles continued to cascade. Smoke still occasionally filled the area. Several hunky guys have already taken off their shirts. Most of them were now gyrating on stage. A group of effeminate and loud mouthed sisters have taken up a large part of the stage. They tried to outstage everyone by shifting from one choreographed step to another. It was definitely a Saturday.

I found myself front and center. I was at my usual spot. I scanned the whole floor for a familiar face. I saw you. Between flickers of green laser lights, I recognized your face. You still had that innocent look that had me interested. Your chinky eyes still shone every time laser lights would hit your direction. Your white shirt showed off your lean built. I was right, it was my Chinese Bed Boy. You were with someone, yet again. I looked at you from afar. I giggled.

I danced beside you with the hope that you'd finally notice me. You did not. I shrugged it off. I took a seat near the washroom. I needed some alone time, for a change. I got myself a bottle of beer and lit a cigarette. Between puffs of smoke I realized that this night was different. It's now about me. I was in search of my perfect match. I scanned the place once more. Every face seemed to go through an automatic matchmaking machine. I was looking for the perfect connection. I hoped that I find chemistry. I waited patiently. Nothing.

Couples were kissing. Strangers exchanging glances. Friends gyrating. Hunky men were topless. Beers were being drunk. Cigarettes being smoked. The lights continued to flash. House music filled the room. I, on the otherhand, was silent. The deafining sound from the speakers was not able to quiet down the questions that have been running through my head, "why am I single?, will I ever be coupled up again? do I want it that way?, why am I not kissing anyone tonight? do I want to kiss at all? why do I feel bad? am I jealous of couples? am I happy?"

As I tried to search for answers, I felt a hand grab my arm. I took one quick look at him. My questions faded into the background, all but one. I had to find the answer. Before the night was through, I found the answer.

"Dine in", I replied.