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The girl will pick it up.” Some guys aren’t content to take the chance.
Like most Arabic late-night restaurants, the place was quite dimly lit, soft lighting barely illuminating the stucco walls from which rounded protrusions extended, making me feel like I was walking into the interior of a cave.
But the tables were elegantly set, the waiters in suits, and high-tech theatrical lighting fixtures hung from the ceiling in front of a tiny stage.
Beside him was a lovely though slightly chunky blond woman, whom I took to be Russian. Also at the table were two Syrian businessmen, cheerful fellows in their late thirties who were our hosts for the evening. In true Arabic fashion, all manner of dishes were spread across the table: finger bowls of hummous, olives, salads, sliced meats, and caviar.
At my end of the table stood a bottle of whiskey, and wine was chilling in a bucket. “I thought this was just going to be some belly dancing,” I whispered to George.
You’d think this would be good news for all the men here, and it is for those with lots of cash but single guys like my Canadian friend Joe don’t fare as well. This gets you a date with a Bangladeshi housemaid if you are lucky.
Ironically, single friends of mine of both sexes make the same complaint: finding a decent partner of the opposite sex is nearly impossible.
What I do understand from Babak is that Lebanese women are ‘high maintenance’. Local women, on the other hand, are not even allowed to chat on the telephone with a man outside the family. The music is good and the scene is ‘happening’, but it’s one big ‘pick up’ joint.
When my friend Khalil goes there, he gives away about a half dozen business cards. When I first came to Dubai, I heard from my friend Matt how local Arab men ‘meet’ Arab women. When they see a girl they like, they’ll drop a business card on the floor and walk away.
Beside him was a man cradling a tablah, a small hand drum.
Just so that there would be enough percussion, another musician had his taar, a frame drum that looks like a huge tambourine. I didn’t see what else there was because an older local man dressed in his crisp white dishdasha—the only guy in the restaurant so garbed—was waving George and me over to his table.
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