The Indian Connexion

Tim or Fred or what ever the name is, every time this tall , very thin dirty blonde with glasses gets in my car its a vale of distracive darts trying to get my innocent questions off track. The first pick up and subsequent pick ups are in the same place. outside by a bar or A VFW. She is wearing a black dress with the back exposed. On the late dark night her silhouette looks seductive. Sleek. While in the back seat her reality was less seductive. Her conversation is split between playing candy crush on her phone with her thick bottle glasses brightly light up by a bright screen. Her playing seems like what people do as if about to go to a job, for being at night she seems like she is not carefree and intoxicated its more work mode. "I cook at a restaurant during the day for work" was a statement at some point during our shallow innocent no judgment conversation. Her breath even from back there with the windows cracked to let the cool early fall air mixed with a hot day to air out the car smelled of a sick cats. My nickname in my mind was "cat breath, or Kathy we shall call her was on an only 7 min ride, and she sneakily with a koi playful smirk in her approach had got my number by getting me to sign up to her candy crush game rewards. I willingly accepted out of curiosity not attraction. Her speech was price hill slightly ghettp gal. When dropping her off at her stop it was some nice apartments right near 275. She would tell me to stop and then she would say " Goodnight Sweetheart." and stand in one place till I left. This happened 3x on random weekend nights. Kathy would be at a VFW with an apartment complex just behind or adjoining and she would be dressed up. She would talk about her job working with Mexicans and how they wanted her to come over for dinner with 10 people to an apartment. and we would go to the same stop. But the ride names or the owner of the ride would be a males name with same name being twice. She would get out and not move till I left. " see you sweetheart " she would say as she got out." call me" she continued. The most recent and possibly last was a wild conversation about her Uncle where her and the mother live, or live with was about how before she left the apartment two naked women where laying on the couch. Then did you get my message? No I honestly didn't. was my response. Then she texted me again " lock me in" being so busy with work and not really attracted to her beyond friendship I haven't, she had a very attractive street charm, she was a baby " Hey Baby" she had alot of confidence. Now fastforward 2 weeks latter. I hadn't had Kathy in awhile, and I get a pick up for the exact name and area I kept taking Kathy who claimed she was getting an apartment there at one point but was having problems. The oddity, I never had asked. This time Im meeting the owner of the ride. The buyer, who name is Capitolized exactly as Kathy's In hops im a man, its early Friday evening and its still twilight. Frank is about 50 ish but young looking, just behind him jumps in a very fit Indian woman complete with a strong accent very tan skin, thick shorted legs and long black thick hair. They where headed to Jimmy B's and seemed very happy. She was clearly younger in age but age wise seemed older business oriented, professional. That made it hard to descern her age. They are happy and talkative. " what if I send them bitcoin for money, its like 20$ an hour " the conversation continued from before they entered the car. ""Im telling you , its a scam" I was told the whole modern reinvention of stealing, the latest ahah idea of hoodwinking people into stealing from them. "That sounds like money laundering or they are trying to rob you was my response. Fred said " See , I told you". The ride is only going one mile so it's over fast. A week goes by and I get a pick up for Fred again. This time his beautiful Indian gal is not with him. So i asked politely, " where is your side kick?" He chuckled, I don't know how I got her. I met her on tinder we both swiped right, shes looking for an older man and is very chill she just wants to watch Netflix as she stays over for a few days. She is not supposed to date white guys, her parents would kill her. she has to FaceTime her parents two times a day in India. If she is over my place she goes against the wall in the hallway and doesn't show them where she is as I tip toe around" I congratulate him on how he is 55 and she is 25. He continues " Her parents will arrange a marriage for her when she goes home after she is done her business program at UC in Clifton. When i first picked her up I thought I was going to get killed because it was all Indians in her area. Luckily it has worked out and I tell her I will never get married again." for a young gal going for a divorced man is the part they mess up on. Yes they are more mature and relaxed but could be a jaded to the point of never wanting to get married again. " Her parents will make her date and marry someone they choose, its so wierd, they would kill her if they knew she was with me a white guy in the states." I joked he could change his name to Hijabbu and get a spray tan. "No im never getting married again, maybe she will stay here in the states after she is done school?, my friends at Jimmy Bs really like her". As I dropped him off at JBs, it all connected. With the small back burner thoughts and the absence of Kathy the Call gal who like to cook up stories had been absent. Its a wild world.