Man. Boring man. Why are you here? Why is it a good idea to be friend with your ex who invited you even though she is now with someone else? Why talk to me? Why? I need to use the restroom. Go somewhere else. Meet other people.
Check out the dancing booty shaking blonde chick from Munich via Toronto. She is friendly and loves to sing along with the accordion player who is jamming German songs. I am the only Asian but I am not your typical Asian so leave me alone I could be with someone else stop interrupting my solitude and let me relax and talk to others. The other, at the moment, is a graceful belly dancing instructor by the name of Asia, whose husband calls the owner of the pad the new Michaelangelo.
Michaelangelo is handsome and possibly Roman. As any handsome man who is brilliant, he is perpetually bored. MA is used to being complimented and has the same blank face as I have seen before in his other shows. MA is preoccupied by a woman in CFM shoes and mini body hugging red dress and exposed calves. In lust. In heat. MA is bored of admirers and is trying to figure out a way to put his moves on the woman with the kind of shoes MA finds exciting. Women with latex outfit or CFM shoes. Women who don’t look like a geek or in jeans. Women who are, women. CFM is stuck with a tall man next to her insisting on asking her what she does for living.
A woman in glasses and awkward posture with small purse hanging crossed from her chest approaches the tall man and CFM, introducing herself as Kathy who justcannot believe how amazing the exhibit is. She says this type of things belong to MoMA. Tall man says “I’ve never been to MoMa”. CFM asks, “Which one? MoMa or SFMoMa?” Knowing the man must be referring to SFMoMa because tall man does not appear to be the traveling type. Tall man says, “Neither.” Kathy goes on to say “I go to New York once a year but have not made it to the MoMa.” CFM again is bored. CFM travels plenty and has been to MoMa a dozen or so times and SFMoMa is all but a lunch pass time. CFM knows MoMa and SFMoMA like the back of her hand. Tall man asks “Isn’t there any free museum day?” CFM says, “That happens with Asia Art Museum, First Tuesday of each month. But not with MoMa or SFMoMa.” CFM then regrets to further engage tall man. Tall man murmurs, “That’s kind of expensive.”
Kathy attempts to explain to the tall man about the brilliance of a piece of moving art installation and the space shuttle that is hovering above. CFM appears to be less interested in the discussion but more interested in getting away from the tall man. She sees this as a sign to bid goodbye to both of them and heads to the other room. MA followed CFM and introduces himself and whispers in her ears. CFM laughs and touches MA’s arm while looking away. Tall man comes into the other room oblivious of what transpires minutes ago and continues the pursuit of CFM. MA wraps his arm around CFM’s delicate waist while whispering some more into CFM’s ears. CFM blushes and looks away now with her eyes on the floor and her eye lashes batting. Tall man is startled by the unexpected turn of event, He’s stunned and feeling defeated, so he walks away from CFM/MA.
Ad hoc D.J. is a musician with long hair. He approaches MA from the front room and asks MA how the sound system is connected to iPhone. MA shows the iPhone plugs extending from the sound system which presumably is built from scratch by MA. D.J. plays other worldly dance music not unlike the set the previous musician played. German blonde dances and the other dancers types and not so dancer types joining in. An awkward middle age man tries to grind on the floor with these women but does not succeed. He retreats to the outer circle. Tall man all of sudden feels defeated and wanders off to a corner where a 3D glass display is lonely sitting, waiting for some attention. Tall man seems to feel more settled as Kathy approaches again, this time tall man pays attention.
MA and CFM disappear into the back room and resurface after half an hour. CFM’s hair is now messy and she is reapplying lipsticks in front of a small mirror. MA is more relaxed, warming up to the scene, and greets his guests enthusiastically. He occasionally steals glances from CFM who seems to be checking her phone, busy emailing or texting. MA brings a piece of chocolate to CFM and asks if she needs anything else. CFM says no and looks away, visibly bored. The music is getting louder.
I am invisible. I observe as the world passes by me, as if I don’t exist. Just the way I want it to be. Another night in the lonely but lively city that is called San Francisco.
Hunt. And be hunted. Not everyone who hunts wins an award in the end. Even when you think you win, the prize can slip away so easily. But you must keep on trying.
Happy hunting!
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