Coincidences. Coincidences. Coincidences... But all of them in London? Then... what? Paris.
How many coincidences have you encountered in Europe, so far? She would say.
I'm Entirely Uncertain. But where the hell were you? I asked her before she drifted from my grip, again.
I was with BB. That was her last word.
BB? Oh. Sure, love, I'll tell you what I know about BB. I'm not even bargaining on the terms of Endearment. She has BB; I had Bae (once upon a time). Have I been physically present when BB was seen around me? Or, was I actively aware that BB was in my presence? The answer is Entirely Uncertain... The proofs are... apparently Unavailable To Me. Like what? Like, Who do you even go, for such a Question, expecting someone to Offer, a credible Answer? It is only remotely possible to find the WHO... during a Pretty Serious criminal investigation and in a court of Law, wouldn't you agree?
BB is a boy of Eastern Asian descent, that much I could tell you. Whereabouts? Uncertain... these guys, they grow a bushy beard, put on a thobe, a headscarf of One Specific Color, and then become someone else in Yet Another Country which has an Exotic Name no one on earth has ever had of... much like some men, when they wear a suit... the obvious signal here is this: FEAR ME. Some Muslim Kid then? I'm afraid so... but how 'bout some Rather Handsome Muslim "Kid", while we are at it? Some Bahraini or Qatari princeling? I wouldn't know for a fact. Ask Alexei Kalinsky (Alexei, or Alexey? I wouldn't know how to spell in Cyrillic... Or Daddy Vladimir, might as well.)
So BB... from what I gathered, was slightly younger than me. I was under the impression he entered in my life as "some girlfriend's Little-Brother Type Boyfriend". But... Age is hardly an issue here, simply because, in terms of "Certain Life Experiences", BB is much more... Advanced... so to speak, and handles certain things more... Pragmatically than I do, I suppose, but mainly because he is just rich, but he isn't born rich. He becomes what he is today, thriving through a number of circumstances presented to him that which the entirety is too complicated to be articulated into one single sentence.
BB makes me smile, simple as that, just the thought of him. He speaks with his eyes... and an occasional evil little grin. A true gentleman until fully undressed. Last I checked, we don't even employ the same language class for primary commands (Cantonese/English v.s. Arabic/???) - still, verbal intelligence v.s. non-verbal intelligence, am I right? The best part about being around this "young man", is that fact that you are unable to offend him, regardless of what you do or say.
BB, offend me! Then BB would say, something along the lines of, "I love you, marry me? In about 3 seconds? Your Agreement is Irrevocable. Your silence is also a form of Non-Disagreement, do you understand?" That would be something very BB to say, to a "My Beloved [insert:(business associate),(first name)]". Some Muslim boy, you say? Of course we share this animalistic instinct... Birds of a feather? Birds of the very same fucking bird. But he is an unknown species... Another Homo Deus, perhaps?
Lately, BB is the only person raising some Sensible Questions. Like what? Like, "Why can't we spend some quality time together instead of keep playing this 'We're Complete Strangers happen to be in the same place at the same time - It's utterly random and we should all Accept Coincidences After Coincidences' game?" that kind of question, which, embarrassingly, cuts very deep into the abyss of my soul. Sure, BB, why can't I be with you, Right Here and Right Now?
First of all, Mom would say, "he is a Terrorist". She isn't wrong, but I'm too, depends on who you ask these days, am I right?
Secondly, Mom would say, "he went to Jail". And I haven't? I have been detained against my will for how many hours by now...? Since 2015, for example...? Also... BB would say, in his post-Hookah raspy voice, "The things that prisons taught you...", am I right? BB, anyway, he would say to me, "Give me my Beretta jacket," Love, YOUR Beretta jacket? You lost your school uniform and I bought the only replacement piece in this world, in your size? Hmm... I wonder how exactly did you graduate from that "School of Elite Militia", habibi? Tell me more about your "Criminality Score"... as a Trophy on your "Academic Transcript"?
The lesson here is forget about your mom's concerns when you're partnering up for Zombie Apocalypse. The real reason why we have to pretend we are Doomed to be Strangers For Life is because... ISIS. Some Handsome Jihadists and their Aggressive Ways of Impressing The Opposite Sex. Or, hypothetically speaking, some Rather Unfortunate Post-Modern Romantic Type Young Male who believed in the myth of the Egyptian Goddess, Isis (true story, ask any Paddington guys). End of story, love. Thank Aramax for his Sizeable Alpha-Male Ego that ruined me. Thank London for your Unsatisfactory (very Un-Tiffany & Co.) Christmas for the year of 2019, or don't - it doesn't matter to me if I will ever be shipped back to Canary Wharf - but it does matter to me, somehow, that I'd knowingly slept on someone's Blood for some nights in that Safehouse... Am I right, Monsieur Malin...ou bien, Monsieur Gros? Alors?
I've been sick. Sick, sicker and sicker, in this country which should have been named Winterhell. Come and get me, BB, before it's too late. Send ISIS's Best, Ta (and Collect The Worst, for scientific purposes, of course).
Yours,
*****
