Story, Part 5

¨¿Why is he jelous?...Well...¨ she said, ¨He is -or was- my quote un quote `boyfriend`¨. ¨I see... huh...¨ I responded. ¨Yeah, he doesn´t like seeing me with another guy¨ Well, obviously not! But who said this was that type of evening??? After the people that I see you associating with, I don´t think I want anything to do with that type of situation. ¨huh, well, he´ll just have to deal with it. Arin, don´t be stupid, you might get yourself into a situation you don´t want. Who knows where his mind currently is... ¨Barbara, let´s go outside, or at least downstairs for a bit.¨

Barbara and I then proceeded to walk down the steps and into the grand outdoors, though prior to our departure, she went to use the bathroom, yet again. This time I decided to hang out in the doorway. As I waited, this guy who looked part surfer dude part guy from the Discovery Channel ¨Bounty Hunter¨, walked up beside me and started to touch my arm. This went on for about 10 seconds. I then spoke up ¨Hola¨, in a deep feministic voice he returned with ¨Hoooollllaaa¨. ¨¿Como te llamas?¨ was my next question ¨Me llamo (I actually don´t remember his name. For now, let´s call him Clyde) Clyde¨ he then went on with touching my arm. Tired of the situation, I moved my arm to politely shake his hand. This seemed to be a good idea. That is, until he then wouldn´t let go of my hand. Fortunately, Barbara returned from the bathroom just as I was on a half minute of intent hand shake.