Call Boy I

There was no exchange of names. Only smiles. I was leaning against one wall of the cinema-- well-entrenched in my peeping tom position as two elderly guys made out behind me-- when he passed by, smiled and stood next to me, also leaning against the wall.





My first impression was: "Why is this call boy (CB) singling me out?" CB was too young to be a regular habitue of the "orchestra" section of my favorite cinema and he sported a rather unusual way of getting a lay: by smiling. Or it could have been just him. The veterans don't smile to win a partner in that part of the world. A simple look would do.





We didn't have a chance to talk as another fiftyish guy stood next him. And as my attention was drawn to the partners behind me, I didn't realize that something was developing between CB and the other guy. When I looked at the direction of CB, he was already busy doing a hand job on the other guy. And moments later, they agreed to find a better to make out, heading towards the seats at the back.