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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13, 2005/Sunday
Boys Don't Cry
8.It was Degree’s second year anniversary. They offered free food and drinks and prepared a show entitled Two Thumbs Up. I was standing near the entrance stair, where the fan was for it was damn hot. I was offered food… I took it but didn’t like it… I barely touched it… I don’t know, I usually eat whatever except if it’s the innards of some animal. It was rice, a morsel of lechon, fried dumplings and pancit. I love pancit but I really didn’t feel eating. So I drowned myself instead on ice tea.
I was standing there. Enjoying the show, at least what I could see at the projector. Then suddenly there they were: Nick and his new boy toy. I don’t know where they came from or if Nick saw me… Probably he didn’t, otherwise… I have faith with people…
No. I am quite sure I was first in the spot.
Life is that cruel… I moved away as fast as I can… moving, I bumped into someone, he held me… “Where are you going?” he asked. I looked at him… It was Boy Kidlat, a.k.a. James. “Hi,” I said and was to leave but he don’t want to let go…
“What’s the rush…?”
“Nothing…” I said, “If you want to hang, not here…”
“Okay…” he said.
I took his hand and start to lead him to the other side of the room… move about, looking for a spot where there is a fan… Then it occurred to me. I turned to him, “I’m not going to bed with you tonight,” I declared.
“What you prefer standing up?” he said, kidding… or so I hope…
“I’m not kidding,” I stood my ground.
“Could you blame a guy for trying?”
“You could try all you want but it would all be in vain.”
“Hey, I’m not all sex here…”
“What, you’re sensitive?”
“I’m just saying…”
“James, this isn’t the first night we saw each other…” I informed him.
“I know…”
“And the first one, I counted seven…”
“Seven?”
“You shagged with seven guys… one after another…”
“It was twelve guys, and it wasn’t one after another…” he said, coming clean, “I showered in between.”
We laughed.