The Coquette In Disguise

It fascinates me how some women in this country will vehemently preach proper behavior and openly judge your (in their opinion) 'liberated' lifestyle, as though they are the quintessential prim princesses of civility and propriety. But when it comes to a socially valid agenda such as Husband Hunting, their cutt-throat nature and cunning tendencies suddenly emerge into full blossom to serve their ruthless quest of capturing their designated Target. The sudden transformation from 'pious and reserved ' into raging coquette is most amusing, as it demonstrates their amazing talent of being overfriendly and flirtatious on a total whim.

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While at work, I couldn't help notice the curious eyes of the Coquette in Disguise intensely following my attractive male visitor as he stepped into my office. A few minutes after he settled into his chair, she summoned her clique of 4 other girls (three of whom are married) to walk back and forth across my office, in order to gain a better view of this mysterious man, and perhaps discern the nature of our relationship.

I'll have to admit my visitor has often elicited my own personal admiration. He is handsome, tall, half European, with pink flushed cheeks and... he wears nicely cut suits. But after meeting his gorgeous Swedish girlfriend and faintly realizing that there is no prospect, I have become more level-headed and pragmatic regarding the whole (one-sided) attraction -and he also lives in another country...
But the Coquette, clueless to the aforementioned details, enthusiastically knocked on my office door to commence her attack:
Coquette: Hi CD, we just ordered some food, would you like anything?
CD: No thanks.
Coquette: (Knowing very well that I never eat at work) Are you sure?
CD: Yes, but thank you.

Coquette takes a few steps forward into the office, to gain a better view of my handsome visitor and perhaps to cast him a taste of her own physical appearance.
Coquette: (Facing the visitor) What about you, would you like anything. (her voice slightly softned and unusually buttered up)
Visitor:(face instantly turning red) Oh no thank you.
Coquette: (Sticking out her pelvis into his face and arching her back to emphasize her bosom's perkiness) Are you suuuuuuuure? (She not so subtlely elongated the 'sure' with an extra softened, meliflous tune)
Visitor: yes, I'll be leaving in a few minutes anyway.
Coquette: Sshda3waaaa! Taw il nass. at least have a little piece of pizza before you leave.
Visitor: ummmm....uh, well..
Coquette: I ordered some from X, they're really delicious!
Visitor: Oh! X opened in Kuwait now?
Coquette: Yes they did. Aren't they good?
Visitor: Yeah they're great. I love their pizzas. I haven't had any in a long time.
Coquette: Khala9 3ayal you'll have to have some...they'll be here any minute.

This mini conversation took place in my office without neither of them turning to look at me for a single second. It was as though I was not even in the room. But the real mind-boggling shocker was seeing Coquette, who a few days ago had critisized my short skirt in the ladies room, being overfriendly with this random male stranger. And she continued to bring it on:

Coquette: 3afwan, ma ta3arafna 3al ism il kareem?
Visitor: (immediately getting up from his chair and sticking out his hand) I am flan il flany, pleased to meet you.
Coquette: wil ni3im! So you are related to CD!?
Visitor: yes, very distantly.
Coquette: (Huge smile blossoming on her face at the word "distantly") fur9a sa3eeda wallah (she pulls a chair by the far end of the wall and invites herself to sit down) How come manshooofik wala nisma3 3anik? CD khashitik 3annah?? (she looks at me for the first time)
Visitor: heheh..la wallah, I just don't live in Kuwait. I live in X country.
Coquette: Waw. Wanasa. I love X Country, I try to go there as often as I can, its my favourite city.
Visitor: (who is beginning to seem enchanted by her!) Yes, its wonderful and my favourite city too!
Coquette: So what do you do there?
Visitor: I work as X for Y company.

Of course all the while my jaw was nearly hitting the floor with the shock at this girl's gutsiness. She is working it, and working it so good that he too, also seemed to forget I was present in the room. But nevermind that he was obviously smitten by the Coquette in Disguise, its her amazing unexpected talent that I am amazed and astounded by; within five minutes of the conversation this girl was able to find out
1- His name
2-His relationship to me
3-Where he lives
4-What he does for a living

And she also managed to invite him for a meal.

They continued to talk while munching on their pizzas and at the end of their conversation she sweetly gazed at him and said:
"Flaaaaaaan, amana! If you ever need anything from Kuwait, tara I come to your city all the time. Tell CD wa7na 7athreen" She turns to me and for a second I get a direct glimpse of that sweet gaze to which she had honored my visitor, and I too, instantly melt. Seriously, how can this resident ice queen with sarcastic tendencies just flip the switch and turn into an absolute warm sweetheart? I am intrigued.

She leaves the office like a seductive mermaid, with her long colorful skirt trailing behind her step, and my visitor/cousin turns to me, clearly mesmerized:
"What a sweet gal! She's so friendly!"