And so it was that the topics during dinner, wander not far from the usual talks of sex and relationships. I could have sworn that the chillis and the pepper in the Manipuri food could have caused the super hot discussions. Of course it does not dwell on sex per se, but hovers around it. Funny, because since we started on talking about basically anything with relation to sex, I kind of looked forward to dinner!
I remember one particular conversation with a friend, whilst I was in Ethiopia. She's young and smart and just so happened that, she finished a relationship before coming for a mission.
“It’s not just about sex, you know,” my friend started. “It’s about having an intimate contact with someone you care for, someone you love.”
Uh-hm. I tried to swallow my food hard and fast coz this was the first time I have heard her talk about sex....
“Of course, it’s inevitable that sometimes you meet someone hot and zing! Morals aside, you find yourself in bed with this guy you don’t even know who,” she continued.
“What do you mean inevitable?” Asked someone from the far end.
“You know, hot guy + alcohol, or not so-hot guy + alcohol and more alcohol, equals sex. Guiltless sex”
“And this happens every time?”
“Not really…Like once a week when I’m in Europe.”
It was here that I interjected. In between munching the chicken and saying a point, I waved my hand like I wanted the teacher to notice me.
“If it’s not about sex and it’s about having an intimate contact with the one you love, then what is this about alcohol and hot guy thing, coz you have, definitely --- lost me there!” I said.
Quiet.
“If you truly care for your partner, then just the mere act of kissing someone would give you a bazonka of guilt trip!” I added.
And then she said: “Shut up you fucking moron. I am trying to think here…”
I continued: “Did your brain descend between your loins now?”
Dagger looks.
The chicken was really chewy.
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