There were three of us in that restaurant
Ana Lina, Suren and me.
Well there were other customers in that restaurant, but when Ana Lina is there, others pale into insignificance.
Ana Lina is a very beautiful woman...(What additional ingredient did god add to make these Latina Ladies so beautiful and sexy? )
Tall and lean and with a naughty smile on her pretty face...
No wonder Suren and I were besotted. Sitting on either side, with radiant Ana Lina in the middle, we were as excited as little children in the first day of the school
This was our project team party. We were doing a project in Bogota, Colombia. We were in an Italian Restaurant, sipping Wine, Beer and Champagne.
Suren was having red wine, I was imbibing my beer and Ana Lina, the 'Oh, the lovely Ana Lina' was having her share of Champagne.
It cost us a bomb, getting her to drink this expensive fluid, but we didn't mind.
Suren, as is his wont, started off by asking intrusive, personal questions. I thought the questions were offensively personal, but the Champagne Chugging La Chica Bonita didn't seem to mind.
In fact she was enjoying all the attention from a couple of smitten admirers from across the two Oceans (The Atlantic and Indian Ocean).
"Are you married, Senorita?" asks Suren.
'Wrong question !!' I think to myself. Never start by asking a woman if she is married. Think of the implications man. What will she think? That we are trying to hit on her? Of course we are trying to, but be a bit Suave.
Ana Lina, surprisingly did not seem to mind. She laughed her pretty laugh, showing off all her pearly whites, elated to be called 'Senorita', which is Spanish for 'Young Lady ' (normally referring to an unmarried girl).
"Do you mean mi Casada?. I am married?" she wanted to confirm.
"Yes", responded the stubborn Suren. "Are you married?".
"Si, yes", Ana responded like a Spanish interpreter or something. Pretty paraphraser, though.
"What is your husband's name?", Suren persisted.
"Nombre de mi Esposo? Name of my..., what do you say, Spouse?" responded the ravishing lady.
"Yes", responded Suren.
"Nombre su hombre" (Name of your man), I butted in, just to show my command over Spanish Language.
Ana Lina gave me a cold look. She definitely did not like the interruption.
"His name is Haavierr (Javier)", whispered La Mujer Linda in that sexy voice of hers, stretching her 'Rrr' (like Kareena saying 'Namkeen Butterrrrr' in the 'Fevicol Song').
"Every man in Bogota is either Javier or Jaime. If you throw a stone in Bogota, it will fall on a Javier or a Jaime...Ha ha ha...." I laughed at my own joke. No one did. My ebullience trailed off.
Ana Lina gave me a cold look. Suren gave me a cold look. I looked at my Beer, trying to see my image.
The beer felt hot.
Not a day for jokes, this.
Suren and Ana Lina continued as if I did not exist.
"Do you have a photograph of your husband?" queries Suren.
I groan. Suren is getting more and more personal. And he is spoiling a good day with a beautiful lady by asking to see her husband's photograph. Why does he want to do that? Now she will come up with her husband's photograph, with a couple of photos of her kids thrown in for good measure. A bonus. She wants to show to world her husband's potential.
"This is my husband Haavierr", responds the lovely Lina, as if on cue. "And this is my son, Adrian". Ah, the bonus.
Just keep on saying Haavierr, you dazzling damsel. I can spend the whole day listening to you stressing your Hs and stretching your Rs.
What is Suren's next move?
"Your husband is quite handsome. Broad forehead, smiling eyes...", Suren was definitely going somewhere with this though I did not have a clue as to where.
"Your son looks just like Javier", continued the fatuous fellow. "Boy is very handsome, definitely taken from his father, you can see the same broad forehead", Suren threw in a compliment for good measure.
Ana Lina smiled her bewitching smile. "Adrian is my son from my first husband. I and Javier are married only since the last six months..."
I spilled my beer.