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So a few days ago I was invited to a rocking party on this rocking planet Gurgaon that many of us call home. It was a big bash at a good friends place. The host couple were celebrating 20 years of not killing each other. Well a lot of page 3 types were invited, including yours truly though my social life doesn’t even qualify me to be on page 6. Or any other multiple of 3.
But I love going to these big parties. I love observing what all the gorgeous women are wearing. Most of all I love checking out their nails. As I mentioned in my last blog, I co-own a nail studio in Gurgaon called Nailicious. If they have been done at my studio I meet these girlies with big smiles and hugs, if not …. well … gives me an idea of the competition and I spend a lot of time thinking of many creative ways of killing them.
So on the evening of the party, me and my better half, Mr. D, got dressed up and left for the party. I was dressed in my finest and Mr. D was, well, … just dressed. He is a guy who dresses to please no one except himself. But then, that’s what I admire about him so much. He is a man very confident in his own skin. But I am not going to write too many lovey dovey things about him on the blog because he doesn’t read my blogs anyway. In fact I have realised that if I ever want to start a fight with him, “have u read my latest blog’ is a great opening line.
We reached the party and boy, was it a sizzling one. I immediately observing the fabulous, good looking men and women there. I knew most of them well. Some were friends, others acquaintances, some perfect strangers. Soon I saw my gang and started mingling with them, glass in hand, eyes on nails.
The food was yummy, the alcohol yummier. After a while I guess everyone was happy, buzzing and various in between stages. I was just casually looking around when I noticed a lady acquaintance of mine. I almost waved to her but realised she was not looking at me but giving gorgeous smiles to a gentleman not far from me. He, in turn, raised the drink in his hand, ever so slightly and acknowledged her. Let me set things in perspective. Here was a group of 40-50 year olds, married to their respective partners for 15 plus years, well settled and (hopefully) very much in love with each other.
So, to come back to the lady and gentlemen in question. She was pretty, he was dashing. They were very much married to different people and were not that drunk to forget that fact completely. Well, my eyes happened to catch this friendly, visual banter between them. I put it down to a co-incidence, after all we all have to look somewhere… it rather be a pleasant picture than an unpleasant one. But the woman in me was alert. I promise, I meant no interference, it was just a natural reaction on my part. I looked again and then again. There it was, the lady gave him another sideways glance and he caught it and returned it with a smile. Now I was interested. I was getting tired standing in one place so I changed my position in my group of girls. I promise it wasn’t to observe them better. Well, at least, that is my story and I am sticking to it.
This little peek a boo continued all night. She would look shyly at him, with half a smile, he would either smile back or nod his head. All this while they kept talking to and standing with their respective friends. Soon the music started playing and we all got on the dance floor. all except Mr. D coz he hates to dance as much as I love to.
Soon they were on the dance floor too. Dancing away with their friends, in their own different circles. I watched closely. Ok, so sue me. Sure enough, very gently and slowly they moved around till they were a part of one big circle dancing in the centre of the stage. Amused and interested, I kept watching for this story to unfold. The dancing continued and so did the meeting of the eyes and the swaying of the hips.
However they didn’t talk to each other or make any effort to dance with each other. After a while dinner was served. Mr. D and I ate and left soon after.
All through the drive home and later as I applied my face mask, covered my eyes with cucumber slices, and lay down on my bed, my mind went back to the game I had just witnessed. I realised it was nothing more than a lighthearted flirtation. Just something between two strangers, one evening, at a party. This made me question…….
Is harmless flirtation really cheating?
Does this scenario qualify you as a cheater, cheating on your spouse? Do you need to feel guilty about this? Does this mean you are not 100 percent committed to your spouse?
Is this harmful or just harmless fun? Something that happened between two people who may never meet again.
I kept pondering on this and am still not clear about the correct answer here.
Will love to hear your views on this dear readers.
Let me know….