Jia and her virginity issue has been a daily topic in my life. It has taken over my Facebook, Whatsapp, Viber, and phone. As soon as I see her number on my phone, I get anxious. Before I even pick up I know she has come up with some crazy plan about her virginity. Its been absolutely exhausting trying to change her mind about stitching her Vagina, running away, or drowning her self in a bath tub. I was running out of not only patience, but advice. My only advice to her was to go ahead, marry him and hope he doesn’t find out that she wasn’t a virgin. After all what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right? No, apparently I was wrong because her guilt was going to eat her alive. The only thing I could do was show her an example of what the truth would do to a relationship. Especially the truth when it came to the topic of virginity. I was going to introduce her to my friend Anushka. I thought her love story would be one that might help Jia decide what to do with hers. But first I needed to know if Jia would be okay with letting a total stranger know her story. She was indeed desperate enough to agree to a meeting with Anushka.
Beer goggle Vision: a word use to describe how you find unattractive people very appealing after a few drinks. But what do you call a girl whom you become besties with after a few shots? I wouldn’t know. But if I had to invent a word I would say BUI ( besties under influence)? Anyways thats beside the point of what I was going to say. I met Anu at a South Asian new years party. I never turned down a party, especially one that required you to wear a Sari. That and truth be told I had no other plans at all. At exactly ten seconds to the new years countdown, I headed to the ladies room. I had a frog who kept looking at me as if all the alcohol in the world would change my vision. FYI I NEVER EVER got beer goggle vision. If anything I saw things more clearly after a few drinks. Other then him, and a few other girls, everyone else was paired in twos. And so to the washroom I headed, to avoid an awkward situation. You probably don’t know this about me, but I do anything and everything to avoid all awkward situations.
The hall to the bathroom was only a 5 second walk. I was waiting for the countdown to be over so I can go back out and wish my girlfriends’ a happy new year. As I was walking out, what I hadn’t seen before I saw now. There was a tiny girl cornered in beside the door, sobbing with her head between her knees. If the bathroom door were to fully open, there would have been some serious damage to her tiny figure. If this was a suicide attempt on her part, I am pretty sure it would have been a huge fail. I don’t know if she realized I was there, but for 2 seconds I contemplated walking out. I hated girls who cried at parties. I had no sympathy for them. My work motto was the exact same as my party motto. Leave your problems at the door. I felt bad however. Damn my conscience! So I grabbed her tissues, some water, and brought both of us 4 shots of tequila that we downed after she stopped crying. I found out she was from Iran and also was here because she couldn’t say no to a sari. That, and hoping to run into her ex-fiance ,who’s best friend was here. I guess when the ex-fiance had heard she was here, he had refused to attend. That night due to the alcohol and the position I had found her in Anu and I were like long lost befriends. She shared everything from how she was once engaged to the love of her life, to how he had dumped her when she had come out and told him she had slept with one guy before him. A year and a half later and she was still stuck on him. She couldn’t fill the hole that was her heart. To her, he was her everything. The love of her life, her soul mate, and the only person she ever wanted to spend her life with. I might have teared up at this point in her story. I am not sure if it was due to the alcohol or the soulful words she was using. I felt a wave of sadness for her and this lost love. I didn’t know many people, married or in a relationship whom could say their partners are their souls mates, the love of their lives, or their world. So to have a relationship like that fail made me feel for her. And so for the past 2 years she had done nothing but try to get him back. This party was her last option to get in touch with him. When he had failed to show up to another event that she was at, the realization that they will never get back together had hit her. That night when I found her crying I had thought that someone had died. Her heart, she later admitted had died. What really helped me forget about sitting on a dirty floor and comforting her was that we were being served unlimited amounts of alcohol. (The beauty about seeing a girl cry at a party, is that every other girl asks if you need anything!) So on the ground of a dirty bathroom, we became BUI. Me, the girl avoiding the frog, and her the broken hearted one.