Vol. 2 Issue no. 6 / May 20, 2005
written & created by Lexan B. Orantes for StoryTellersManila
28 Golden Grove St. Cor Park St. Bartville Subd. Dela Paz, Pasig City 1600 Phil.
p: +63(2)4574973 e: thirddayofjune@hotmail.com
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Vol. 2 Issue no. 6 / May 20, 2005 written & created by Lexan B. Orantes for StoryTellersManila 28 Golden Grove St. Cor Park St. Bartville Subd. Dela Paz, Pasig City 1600 Phil. p: +63(2)4574973 e: thirddayofjune@hotmail.com |
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Friday early evening, I went to the neighborhood Internet shop, as
I always do, to update my webpage… this webpage… and usually… after
I successfully upload the new files at the web, I go promoting the webpage
through MIRC and the yahoo groups… If you are chatting savvy, you might
have come across me already…
At MIRC, I post as one of those, which was everybody, looking for
one hot night with no string attached… In such, they asked you for your
picture… I put this webpage URL address at my ad so they would check it
out… False advertisement? Hey, I am the naked guy there with only a
laptop covering his privates… And if things look good… specially that
night that I have decided not to do Degree for as long as I’m not sure
I’m back to my usual fabulous single’s single… which mean Nick would
only be defined in my system as one of those… I might…
The problem was how could things look good when I don’t have a
cellphone… hmmm… But then there he was… Elliptical… 28, m, Pasig
but in Marikina at the moment… Versa… He asked if I was really the hot
naked guy… I said yes but explained to him that I’m not really hot:
“Nailawan lang ako ng maganda dyan… I really look like shit in
person…”
<Elliptical>:
saan ka dito Marikina?
<F-tau>: near city hall… why?
<Elliptical>: near lang, what do you say we meet and let me be the judge of that? <F-tau>:
me, looking like a shit or not… I’m really no fan of public
opinion, besides I’m really confident that I am one good-looking shit
already. <Elliptical>:
Let’s just meet… no expectation…just meet… hang…
kwentohan lang. <F-tau>:
I don’t have a cellphone. <Elliptical>:
We could meet at the park in front of the city hall? Please… need
company right now.
Thought about it… I
did even if I know there was really nothing to think about… Well,
clearly, we are only to meet… We have no place… Plus, even if I turn
out not to be his type and rejects me… so what? And if he turns out to
be not my type… again, so what? I have no where to go after but home…
There really were no cons… I might even get a story from it as he…
basing from his “need company right now”… seemed to have a story to
tell, yearning to be said… to get out of his system…
Eight o’clock I was in front of Red Ribbon just across to the
left of the park in front of the Marikina City Hall with my draw string
trousers from RE, red t from Hang Ten, rubber flip flop I got in Boracay
and my backpack… A few minutes later, a silver car parked at a
distance… Then a tall man—I’m only five feet, five inches tall, so every
body is tall to me—in shorts, and a plain body hugging baby blue shirt
walked out of it… looked at me, our eyes met… He smiled… walked to
me… “Lexan?” he asked. I nodded smiling.
“Want to go in and grab something to eat?” he asked.
I was starving…
In meeting a such… or any form of dates… your best ally is your
smile… just smile… even if you don’t like how he turned out… or
what was being said… just smile… It never hurts to be polite…
I was meaning to just smile with every meeting of the eyes… to
everything he would say…
“You don’t look bad as you think you are…” he said as we
were waiting for our food.
Smile.
“Really, you were right though, you look different in
person…” he said.
“Sorry to disappoint you…” I said still smiling.
“No, not at all… I actually think I like you better in
person…”
“Yah, right…” I said, sincerely finding what he said funny.
“No, really… in the picture you are one of those…”
“Hussies? Does a gay man get to be a hussy?”
“No, I don’t think so… neither do we get to be sluts,” he
laughed, “but yah… in the picture you look perfect and all, so like
what I see in magazines…”
“Porn magazine?”
“Actually yah, no offense…”
“I’m actually flattered…”
“The point is I like you better this way… so human…”
“With my sun damaged skin and pimples?”
“It’s natural… it couldn’t be help… I really don’t like
vain men… and it gives you character…”
“A slob?”
“No… that you live a life… making your stories more
believable than fiction…”
“They are not fiction…”
After dinner, we decided to hang at the park… At one of the
bench… smoking… looking at the people around, hanging too… enjoying
the breeze to ease them selves… summer heat could really be punishing…
Leaned forward, his elbow propped to his knees, his head turned to
me… looking at me, seating next to him uprightly, my neck extended to
expose it to air… I noticed, give him the inquiring look.
“You really look a lot better in person…” he answered.
I just smiled at him…
“You keep selling yourself short…” he said, “I read most of
your stories…” He informed me.
“Thank you but I believe the cliché you are looking for is being
in touch with reality…” I said.
“I really think you look better in person…”
“Are you talking me into going to bed with you?” I asked,
“Because buddy, you don’t have to, I’m ready to go… we just
don’t have a place…”
He smiled… look at his car parked at the distance, across the
street.
“No, I’m not going parking,” I said like I never did it
before.
He looked at me, pleading.
“Oh, okay!” I said.
He took my hand and led me hurriedly to his car.
At first, I thought he was looking for a place where to park safely
to do our thing without getting caught… Then, when we cross Marcos
highway and was now on Katipunan, I though he have done a lot of this
before… and that he have a regular spot to park in… we went in an
exclusive subdivision… Then in a turn… he stopped, honk the horn… I
started to worry as I thought we were to pick up someone… and that I got
myself in trouble… I looked at him… He just looked back at me, smiled,
held my hand resting at my side… the gates opened… He drove through…
It was a town house…
“Who lives here?” I asked.
“Me…” he answered.
“Alone?”
“We have the whole place…” he said smiling naughtily.
“I thought…”
“I love my car…” he said, “and I don’t appreciate being
restrained specially by space…”
“Too bad, I’m into bondage,” I joked. |
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