last updated: March 18, 2005
written & created by Lexan B. Orantes
a production of StoryTellersManila
March 12, 2005/Saturday
Boys Don't Cry
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March 14, 2005/Monday
March
13, 2005/Sunday
Boys Don't Cry
11.“So, you are taking that against me?” he asked.
“What, you sleeping with a dozen men in a single night? No…”
“No…?” he doubts.
“I’m just not in the mood…”
“Yet, I found you upstairs…?” he said, still doubtful.
“I have no where to go…”
“Talaga lang ha…?”
“Bakit mo ba ko tinatarget?” I asked.
“Hindi pa ba obvious…?” he said. I blushed—for crying out loud, I blushed. “But a more appropriate question is, ayaw mo ba?”
“You want me to answer that…”
“You answered it already,” he said,
“Look, you’re cute and all… and I must admit I’m strangely attracted to you…”
“Strangely?”
“Yah… don’t ask me to translate… I can’t…”
“But let me guess, not enough to make you want to go to bed with me...?”
“Wrong, I do want to go to bed with you… but not tonight…”
“Why not tonight?”
“Are you really this horny?”
“You won’t believe me if I say no…”
I laughed, “damn right…”
“But…”
“There’s a but?”
“Yes, there’s but… I’m also strangely attracted to you… and the suspense is killing me…”
“Suspense…?”
“You seemed rather smart… so I take that you would be liberal enough to understand that attraction… love… or whatever… is simply not enough… apart from knowing someone… one important thing to know before one is to invest time, effort and emotion, is are you compatible in bed…”
“And you don’t want to stress for a couple of nights only to find in the end that we are so bad in bed…”
He nodded, smiling sheepishly.
He was so cute…
“I have reason to believe I’m good in bed and that I’m one hell of a kisser…” I told him, “Everyone I went to bed said so…”
“It takes two to tango…”
“Good argument, but in tango, one always have to lead…”
“Okay…”
“I take it slow in bed… I hate it when I’m rushed… I walked out on such instances…”
“Hmmm…” he said shifting his weight from one foot to another.
“I like long passionate kisses… slow, tender…” I was looking straight into his eyes…
“Okay,” he shifted his weight again.
“I hate going down… you have to make me want it…”
“How…?” again, shifted his position.
I smiled.
“How?” he repeated.
“Right touches, right kisses, right…” I said, “basically good foreplay…”
“Hmmm…”