I can’t even remember now how Noel and I first “bumped into each other” — was it through LinkTV, or through Yahoo Chat? It doesn’t matter. We were chatmates first then phone pals. I had a partner then but I was in my exploratory phase, and so very perfidious. After many months of talking over the phone, (and yes, SOPing too) we finally agreed to meet at Robinson’s Place in Malate.
Fine and dandy
I did not shave my face and was a mess, and later on he would intimate to me how unkempt I looked then. He was the opposite. In that first personal meeting, he looked like he came straight out of a magazine cover, all polished, so fine and, yes, so dandy. I did not lose time and so, in the most elegant and diplomatic way I could, I roped him into my car, and zoomed our way to my apartment. No, we did not play jackstone or pick-up-the-sticks in my place. We did what we had to do. Little did I know, it was Noel’s first.
Tapestry of Passion
Two days later we agreed to meet again, this time, I learned my lesson. I brought out my very best white CK linen polo, and shaved to a polish — I too looked like a moviestar! We went to a party, introduced him to my rich and famous friends, and as expected, we did not stay long as we both knew the real party was just about to start — in my apartment, with just the two of us. That party was his party. Little did I know, it was his birthday. As we were enjoying each other, weaving the tapestry of passion, miles away in his house in Tagaytay, his girlfriend and his family were waiting, weeping, and wiping the remnants of a surprise birthday party that never was.
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