The Man
Hunt
Sandy, Anne, and Shadya are now almost equally experienced when it comes to boys. They all had a few more weeks before summer ended, as they all wanted something exciting to call it a wild one. The Time was a hot summer Night, the location was the vibrant city of Beirut, and the game was “A Man Hunt”!
The rules were simple; each girl had to get a guy to buy her a drink. The First bar was a karaoke one. The wild and, thirsty –for- attention, Anne had a wild scheme in her head; but first she needed to get tipsy to grow the guts for it. For this special night, Anne wore skin-tight jeans, and a sexy white shirt that complemented the “girls” (the boobs). Stomach tucked in, heels that go for miles, and the smashing outfit, where everything Anne needed to dazzle and charm a hot hunk. 2 beers and 4 tequila shots away, Anne became tipsy…
She had her eyes set on a guy sitting alone at
the bar sipping on a glass of Jack Daniels. He had broad shoulders, a crooked
nose, and a “to-die- for” smile. Her mind was set, as if the only reason she
was born for was to get this guy’s attention. He looked her way… she smiled…he
smiled… she blushed…he rose his glass to her salute…she walked towards him…
Sandy and Shadya, were confused, “where is she
going?”! Anne whispered something to the hostess of the Karaoke program, and
went back to the table. When Sandy and Shadya asked what she was doing, Anne
said it’s a surprise, which is code for “Jursa” (a Lebanese expression for and
embarrassment). A song by “EMF” called “You’re unbelievable” started playing,
as the hostess handed the microphone to Anne. Sandy and Shadya’s jaws dropped
to the ground, as Anne got of the chair, held the microphone, and unleashed her
inner Madonna.
Ps: Link to the song will help your imagination
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKYcgMU-nJQ
The song was sexy, outrageous, and loud…and so
was Anne! The floor wasn’t good enough for her, and so she took off the painful
high heels, and climbed up the bar, where she whipped her hair, shook her
money-maker, and moved like a professional 30 year old “go-go dancer”. Every
man in the bar starred, and every woman gave Anne a disgusted look! Anne was
satisfied, she was sure that the mystery man had absolutely no choice but to notice her. By the time Anne finished her erotic number, some clapped, some kept
staring, and some yelled: “dakhilooo” (vulgar Lebanese
compliments).
Anne’s confidence was sky-high as she went back
to her seat feeling like Beyoncé had
possessed her. Then the most anticipated moment has come to prevail. The hunk
by the bar got of his chair and walked towards Anne, while she pretended that
she didn’t notice him. She smiled as if she was the queen of the world, until
the most unexpected bummer happened.
As the hunk walked, a Burnett with legs longer
than a song for “Um Kalthom”, walked in the bar, and kissed the hunk while he
was half-way to Anne. She said to him “Baby, sorry am late”. And just like
that, every scenario Anne had prepared for this occasion, had gone to waste
…The hunk had a girlfriend…but the Man hunt is nowhere near over!
PS: The characters and events of this blog are totally fictional but could be inspired by true events. In this blog I will write about the adventures of Anne’s (the virgin-hooker) dating life while she is struggling between traditions and desires.
Tune in for the next adventure :)
