She sits across him on their weekly get together sharing some food on a thursday night. He looks and scans the room every time she takes a bite from her favorite dish. She does the same. No apparent eye contact is evident. They must go out. It is a necessity for their marriage. When their eyes connect, they mutter some ridiculous small talk. I watch them closer than before.
I try to unravel the myths on this syndrome that couples go through for 80% of their life and still pretend they are sane. They stutter some more, and continue to eat away in total excitement. Excitement that can drive the dullest of animals under a speeding train to relieve themselves the agony of this boring couple.
Suddenly she stares my way, not that I’m mr. hot stuff, only the fact that I was in the way of her day dreaming daily ritual, she basically never knew I existed. Her husband knows nothing of these wondering eyes of his magical woman( actually a very pretty face, sad, yet still pretty) He suddenly makes his way to the mens room. He gets up and stares my way, looks me deep in the eyes, I stare back at his bad behavior.
He comes back and catches her wandering eyes pull away abruptly from my area. He suddenly realizes many things in the flash of a minute. He remembers that his wife was wonderful and beautiful, sexy and young at heart, attractive and a magnet for men. He remembers that he loved her, he could not live without her, he remembers his 3 kids back home and how she still maintains her physique in tip top shape, competing with his 17 year old daughter.
To him I have become the worst threat. To him I must be destroyed and at the same time time be shown who she truly wants and needs. Who she is tied to. Who takes her home at night. Then he remembers he was an ass for so long, she would never show him those moves she used to make to piss off the other men and make him a proud hubby.
He must use force, he looks at me as if snaring, he frowns, growls, he points to her to get moving. He tries to cover her body from me as she leaves, making sure I don’t get a wide angle view of her rear end backing away from the table.
The amount of looks we men give each other in falsified jealousy acts simply make me laugh my head off. The looks we men get from married woman sitting next to
dead slabs of meat called husbands with a big” AHH! I miss being single” written all over her face.
If I only knew then that this jerk next to me was going to be worse than my worst expectations. If only he meant those jealous moves and looks, if only.
I’m a Happy dreamer I believe in love!
mamdooh al-radadi
me@mamdoohalradadi.com
manu
October 28, 2009
This was really gooo—d writing ! Very thought-provoking and it moves you a bit.But, the ending, I was a bit “disappointed ” I didn’t get it at all.
Maybe,I wanted a fist fight or something ?
No, seriously, I wish you would elaborate on what you were thinking…
manu
October 28, 2009
It doesn’t move u a bit, as I wrote. It moves you period. You really manage to build up some emotions in such a short piece of writing, only a couple of paragraphs, which isn’t normally the case, I guess that’s why I was expecting more of a climax ending.
doodi
October 29, 2009
That’s just a typical Saudi guy behavior.
Mamdooh
October 30, 2009
Thank you very much manu for your feedback. You know that every word I read from great people like you always make a better me. Let me repeat that from the heart. I thank you. In response to being disappointed by my ending, I have to say that I was going to elaborate on the subject, but you see, sometimes the real power of such a message is just that. An eye opener if you may, noticing something we all notice and are annoyed by, zooming in on a cultural issue that many take lightly, checking to see if I am the only one who notices such issues, am I insane? sane? too much into details? it also acts as a discovering process for me and everyone around me.
My main thinking was around how we have fallen victims to our predecessors ways of life and followed in the wrong footsteps. We have chosen to do that not for our minimal thinking brains, rather to the fact that we choose the easy way in life, laziness itself. The easy way is to say” who cares? its not happening with/to me” I choose to actually tackle such issues and draw upon the experience of thousands of minds from across our world, do you see it clearly now? The ending of my stories are only the beginning of the truth we seek
Mamdooh
October 30, 2009
Sorry doodi, I have to disagree with you on that acquisition…. its all over the world, lets just wait and see the replies to the post, i have had some interest from readers in the US.
doodi
October 30, 2009
U r right Mamdoh , they say u do not miss the water till its gone. After sometime of being married couples tend to forget the qualities of their partner. I know that applies to just anybody who have something taken for granted. But his behavior the way he covered her sounds as a pure middle eastern thing.
manu
November 1, 2009
“The ending of my stories are only the beginning of the truth we seek” Brilliant ! That ( everything u wrote there ) was Sheer genius !
WoW!
I CAN see now the light….:P