Let’s
call them the Good Fellas.
What
the fuck am I doing here:
Six
o’clock in the evening I was at SM North Edsa to see someone I chatted
with over MIRC. His name was Ian, single for a year already and was again
ready to stand still with someone. So when he asked me to meet at SM North
Edsa, despite the fact that it’s too far from where I live, I agreed.
I messaged him to inform him that I was already there. No reply. A
few minutes past… I messaged him again to say that I found an Internet
shop and that I would be logging in as I wait for him. Still, there was no
reply. Thirty minutes past, I messaged him again to tell him that if he
couldn’t make it, to message me back so I could go home already.
I
was to go home already, thinking I wouldn’t want to be in a relationship
with someone who has no respect for my time—he was the one who set the
place and time! But then, someone messaged me over MIRC. Nick: HOLE_IN_ONE,
and that he was inviting for a group sex over at Munoz. I send him the
link for this webpage for him to see my picture, and asked him if he still
want me to come. He gave me direction to get there and his number. Fifteen
minutes later, in my Bossini shirt (the same black stripe shirt I was
wearing on the picture), jeans from M R Lee, and my two usual—cap and
bag, and after taking in one percent of Manila’s pollution, I found
myself standing at a dark spot of Edsa, asking myself, “what the fuck am
I doing here!?”
I went to key in a message for Jess—HOLE_IN_ONE’s name or so he
say (actually he gave me a different name, I just don’t want to use it
for I don’t want another K---, “Single Joins Groupie”), telling him
that I am already where he said he would pick me up. But when I tried
sending it, for some reason it kept failing. I don’t know if it’s
because of my network (hello, Globe Telecom) or was it his (hello, Sun
Cellular) but it just won’t… Ten times, I tried. At that point, I
thought someone or something, who or which I would like to call God, was
telling me something… But then, I’m already there… I decided to
call… “The number couldn’t be reach please try your call later…”
Someone or something was trying to tell me something…? I was
about to leave, but then I was at the northbound side of Edsa. I have to
get across to get a ride and there was no over, or under, pass in sight…
No way am I risking my life crossing Edsa on my own!!! So, I thought I
take a walk going south—I really have not much of a choice… well, I
could take a cab…? Hmmm…? That makes sense… ah yah, you really
couldn’t trust Manila cab drivers. I was to take the walk already but I
thought I should try sending the message again. It went through! A couple
of minutes pass, a hairy guy, cute and sexy enough, came: the first of the
good fellas.
The
Good Fellas:
Proof
Of Density:
Sex,
Sacred:
Break:
Round
Two:
Now,
The Funny Part:
The
End Of An Affaire:
