A night out

I went out with total strangers tonight, except for a guy and a half. My friend has been wanting me to go out with their group for a while now, and I've always had something else to do. For him, every new girl we meet is a potential bride, and he thinks that it will do me good! That reason aside, I joined him today. Different setting, meet new people, good change, why not.

It was a pretty casual outing, friends hanging around, chitchatting about whatever, not really that interesting. Found that connection between one of the girls and a close friend of mine who's not related to this group, small world, etc. etc., happens all the time. Then comes this girl that triggered me. She has this lesbian hard look with the sharp eye glasses. Very arrogant (and I hate arrogant people). We got to know about all her desert camping trips, and about all her Paris stories, and how she's going there again this September and October and November, how the Algerians speak their Frenched Arabic, and how she can't sleep at night before watching Amelie. I talk to her, and she gives me this look before responding (the who are you look), then gives brief answers --for a guy who deserves no more!

Later in the night, the setting got lighter, some left, she was eating that burger, and I made a joke about the way she was eating (well, that she ate half of the sandwich in one bite). Sorry, couldn't help it. She looks at them, points at me and says, "Who's this guy. I don't wanna see him again." I simply responded, "just don't look here again. Look the other way." So we ignore each other for a while, and then she starts asking me were I work, how I know those guys, "no no seriously, how did you get to know them, do you work with them?" I know I wasn't mean at all, it was just an innocent joke really. But a saying that one of my friends used to keep saying about women, and I used to always fight with him disagreeing with it just popped to my mind. I still disagree with it (especially that its rude), but some women, uhh, just get to you. So my friend used to keep saying what could be loosely translated to, "screw the girl and she'll love you, love the girl and she'll screw you." Hmm, I know one thing. He's being screwed big time now by his wife, and at some point he used to love her.

The outing ends safely, and my friend and I then go meet that activist friend in front of Chantille to get a copy of a video tape of the referendum day protests showing the women who were assaulted. We stand in the street talking for almost an hour, and I get to hear some interesting inside stories about the Youth for Change movement, about Kefaya and who's involved with them (which was a bit of a shock), about how the women provoked the security forces and the thugs, about how some of the demonstrators keep cursing the police force in their face (including their mothers and their religion), about how the Communists and the Revolutionary Socialists are trying to control those movements, about the revolutionary thought that overwhelms those people that the goal sometimes becomes to get hurt and arrested, while achieving the stated goal becomes a secondary objective, about stories of how Suzanne Mubarak is the one running the country and is pushing for Jimmy to take over, and Hosni is becoming a show puppet. The more you hear, the more you realize how messed up this whole thing is, how messed up this whole country is, those running it, and those opposing them --whether the stories are right or wrong.

That arrogant girl might've been better than all those actually.