Sunset in Chennai

7/10 vs. 8/10

B has gone for a well deserved Vacation to Delhi. So passing this weekend through was all left up to me, and to be fair enough, I fared rather swell in that account.

Had a little intrigue (:P) with a german visitor in the city, met two really good friends after a long long time, and then met the cutest thing I have met so far.

It's the cute thing, whom we shall call 'Flash' as he wanted me to, about who this post is.

Well, we went to a coffee place which also served Pizza and such other stuff...and we had a rather funny (read lame) service out there. Ok, I am digressing here.

So Flash is 'kind of' seeing some guy, and has been going monogamous about it. (Alas!) He is 22 and I must say I felt a pang somewhere within when I was listening to him....maybe I was jealous at the optimism, or simply the faith in "happily ever after" which I have totally lost. I wonder if it's he who's naive, or it's me who's just plain old stupid (and that translates as plain, old and stupid!) !

Anyhow, while we were just talking about it, he shared an interesting facet of the young gay life in Chennai, and I think I might safely assume, of the young gay life. Apparently everyone's rated in terms of desirability; in his case, on a scale of 1-10. He was a tad insecure because he thinks he is a 7 on that scale while the boyfriend is an 8. So yes, I suppose you will never be good looking enough for your self. But is this how things really go?

For me it had always been a binary decision - interesting vs. not interesting, doable vs. not doable, cute vs not cute, good in the sack vs. not good in the sack...and so on depending on the situation. And now suddenly I see that there's this whole gradation in place. From what Flash said, most of his friends did the same and he seemed rather surprised when I seemed to be totally ignorant of this. Perhaps I should meet more people, or pay more attention to what they are saying. Or maybe he said it out because we already had decided that we'd not go beyond the 'just-friends' tag.

All said and done, it's still rather odd to feel a number glowing on your forehead by which you are being identified and/or classified.

Has the gay world become such a pageant?

PS: Flash would feature as a 9 on my list I suppose, but I think I'll stick to my binary version of the classification. Still classification no doubt, and definitely very very judgemental, but at least this way I need not feel like I am being judged on every single aspect of my self, or even my projected self.

PPS: For all those females who complain about life being hard, welcome to the gay world. Mostly you got to be 7/10, or you are just roadkill.

PPPS: Cheers!