I
had to send a mail… No, I couldn’t do e-mail for this one. It had to
be as formal as to need the service of a government agency. And the
nearest post office to my place was in Marikina. So I went… it took me
not more than thirty minutes to get there, have the letter printed, sealed
in an envelope and finally mailed it.
Convenient?
It took me more than an hour to get dressed up! I didn’t want to go home
yet!
I
thought of doing Sta. Lucia East Mall for a while… the problem was I
don’t know how to get there from Marikina—what ride I am to take! I
could take the route home and get off the highway but that wouldn’t be
any fun. I decided to take a walk around and see if I could find out how
to get to Sta. Lucia from there.
Walking
around the city proper of the shoe capital of the Philippines, I started
to fall in love with the city. It’s nothing like Ayala Ave. of Makati or
Ortigas Center of my home city, Pasig. It’s quite to the contrary… The
city has this feeling of warmness and utter homeliness… It has this
small town feel.
That is not a bad thing. I think it’s rather lovely. It may not
be as progressive, with no towering buildings, big malls, and people
always in hurry that they forget to breath… but it’s home. It’s a
place one could truly live and relax.
So
I was walking around, reading signs, hoping I’ll stumble on the jeepney
station that would take me to Sta. Lucia East Mall without asking anyone.
That was how I found this Internet shop that cost twenty bucks an hour and
charges by the minute. The shop was small and that it was nothing like the
café I frequent at Pasig. For one thing, there were no borders that
separate one computer station from each other. So you could peer to what
your seatmate was doing without being obvious (A sensational, seemingly
straight, guy went in and was stationed next to me, I found out he was gay
for when I peered to his computer, I saw that he was in a gay channel over
Yahoo messenger… I was almost tempted to get his YM id and IM him… I
didn’t for I thought that would be very embarrassing).
I went to log in and hit MIRC and Yahoo Messenger, went to the gay
channels (two over at MIRC and one over YM) and plug myself: Marikina,
care to chat and perhaps meet later.
There were many who responded to my plug over the chatrooms. Most
of them were from Concepcion which I have no idea where and that they have
no place. I really don’t care for I am not looking for sex eyeball… I
am sticking with my new year’s resolution! (Unless, the invitation would
be of a threesome, a group thing, or a foreigner.) I told them that I’m
really not from the city and that I just happened to be there—in an
internet shop near city hall—open to meeting anyone who could be there.
One guy who lives near by agreed to come and meet me in front of
the city hall, right in the park where a water fountain is.
Wearing
a blue body fit shirt (the packaging say it was an under garment—yes
it’s so comfortable to be an undergarment but too thick and colorful to
be such), a gift from my aunt, jeans, my yellow slippers, and, of course,
my cousin’s cap and my ever so dependable backpack, I went and looked
for a guy wearing an orange shirt with Taz’s face in front.
I found him seated in a bench facing the fountain. I said hi. He
just said hello and gave the impression of utter passiveness—not happy
or sad on how I turned out. Well, he wasn’t my type either and clearly
we were not clicking. So, after a few uncomfortable minutes, he said he
have to go. I smiled and said, “nice meeting you, goodbye.” I went
back to the Internet shop. Went to log in the channels I was in and went
to look again.
Over
at Yahoo Messenger, someone IM me: HotBicolExpress. He was the same guy
whom I chapped meeting to shag because of the “party” (January 3,
2005). He had been messaging and miscalling me all through out that night,
asking me if I were still to come. I didn’t reply to any of it until I
got home from that “party”, about to go to sleep and again the next
morning. He didn’t reply to any of it. I told him I was sorry. He said
it was okay. I gave him the sad face. He asked why. I told him he had not
reply to any of my two messages. He asked what message. Apparently, he has
no idea… hmmm…
He
then asked me again if I wanted to come over. I said I have to take a
pass… Just that. What am I suppose to say? I’d tell him that I am no
longer into SEB and that I am looking for a serious relationship? Come on!
His
YM Id was Macedonia. He is from Marikina and lives near the shop I was in.
He told me so I suggested meeting. He said he couldn’t leave. I
suggested coming over instead. He didn’t want to and suggested instead
for me to come over the next day.
He wants me to come again the next day just to meet him? Who do he
think he is? I told him I wasn’t sure I could but I would try.
That night he went to message me. He got my number through my
webpage. He pleaded for me to come for anyway it’s only less than
fifteen minutes away. I told him I would just have to try, asked him what
time, and that he just have to message me again when he is there already.
I also asked him why didn’t he want to meet when I was there earlier. He
said that he thought I was on my way to meet someone else, seeing (through
webcam) that I was with a bag. I don’t know that being with a bag now
meant that you are to meet someone…
The next day I was to message him but then there was no one home
and that it would be useless for anyway I couldn’t leave. I thought I
just wait for his message. He didn’t? By six, when my cousin arrived, I
messaged him asking if he went to the café and why didn’t he message
me. He said he didn’t for he knew I wouldn’t come…
He
assumed? Or was he there and saw that I wasn’t…? I did planned to come
but wasn’t able to leave for no one was home but my cousin was in
already so I could go already. He said he could no longer anymore because
he had to leave early the next morning to Quezon Province for work. He
would be there for at least two weeks and that he hope I would wait for
him.
Wait
for him for two weeks? Who do he really think he is?
I
messaged him to tell that I am going anyway to the café, hoping he would
come after all… he didn’t.
The
same day Macedonia and I found each other someone macked me over MIRC. He
goes by the nick, Igniter or something. He asked for the usual: age, sex,
location, stats and pic. I told him so but asked for his picture first. He
gave it to me and to my surprise, I know him… I asked for his real name
to be sure and guess what he said his name is… J--. Yap, he is
cutie-cutie J-- from the party in Antipolo.
He asked who I was. I told him I know him and gave him a link to
the story I wrote about the party (“Single
Joins Groupie”). After a few moments, I assumed he checked the page,
he asked if I were the one who joined their party. I said yes.
He asked me how am I doing. I told him I was fine and then asked
him about C---—if he was able to go home in the province. He said he
doesn’t know. I asked him if it was because they haven’t seen each
other yet. He said they have but didn’t ask. With that, I know C--- was
in the city already. I asked him if he could do me a favor. He asked what,
I asked him if he could give me a number where I could contact C--- or if
he wasn’t amiable with that, could he give him my number. He gave me a
number.
I wanted to ask more things about him. Questions such as, what
happened after I left? If K--- did consult them with the story or at least
told them about the story? Have he read it? And, most importantly, what
was he doing in the chatroom when he has a boyfriend? Huh?
My
last fuck was Christmas… you have read about it (Christmas
Fuck). It’s already the sixth of January… No potential boyfriend,
No sex… of course, it’s too early to say that I would be able to keep
up with my resolution and I don’t know how long am I going to able to
hold on and hope… but hey, I’m still doing fine.
