A Conversation with a Jordanian Taxi Driver
Taxi Driver: Do you have a boyfriend of girlfriend in Beirut?I got out of the car quite quickly, but gave him a nice tip - I always tip gay people well. It was scary, but interesting, and not the only gay come-on I've gotten in Jordan. The conversation would be funnier if I included the parts cut out, but I cannot, in good taste, do that. I try to keep this site clean.
Me: I have a girlfriend.
TD: Really? What's her name?
Me: Amal. She's Shi'a.
TD: Is she pretty?
Me: She's okay. (Here I explain what my imaginary girlfriend looks like. For the record, I do not tell random taxi drivers I'm gay. It's not a good policy.)
TD: Do you like only girls?
Me: Yes. You?
TD: I like men only.
Me: (Laughing.) You say it so openly.
TD: What do I care what people think?
Me: Do you have a boyfriend?
TD: No. I had a boyfriend three years ago. He was American. Every been with a black?
TD: (Some things about black people I won't repeat.) He was great. He was here for 8 weeks. Every day for 56 days, I would go to his apartment after work and we'd...(Some gestures I won't explain.)
Me: (Laughing hard and trying to move on to another subject.) Really? Do you meet people often?
Me: How do you meet them? Is there a bar or something you go to? (I'm trying not to seem too interested, but I'm truly very curious.)
TD: I meet them in the taxi. (Of course!)
Me: Interesting. (We pull up to where I'm getting out.)
TD: If you ever need a taxi, here's my number. (He writes his number on a pack of cigarettes and gives it to me.) Call me any time.
Mostly, I'm just amazed at how open he was, even after my pretending to be straight. Is he really that free with his words? Am I obviously gay? Or am I just too hot to resist? (Haha.)
I'm not going to call him, if you're wondering.