Once upon a time, early on in my exploring days when I still had so much doubts, inhibitions, and hang-ups about myself and my sexuality, I had an Eyeball (EB). It was no ordinary EB. It was an EB in Boracay. It was an EB with a Boracay local.
A couple of months prior to the EB, I met him through chat. Then we started calling each other. He had a nice manly voice, was a great conversationalist, and there was something very different about him that made me like him a lot — even without having an idea how he looked like. His stories were particularly interesting, him being an ex-seminarian. (I too nearly went to a seminary.) His insights had a certain depth that made me think to myself, what a beautiful, sexy mind this guy has. Even when talking about non-sexual things, he got me aroused.
After being swept off my feet even with just a week of talking on the phone, I decided to meet up with him (still not knowing how he looked like). And since he lived in Boracay, and Holy Week was fast approaching, I bought myself a plane ticket thinking to hit two birds with one stone — Boracay’s Holy Week Fun and Mr. Sexy-Mind-Seminarian.
When I arrived at the Kalibo airport that fateful early morning, I still didn’t know how he looked like. I did not know what to expect. At the airport lobby, I was rubber necking, looking for him, even if I actually did not know who to look for.
And then, I saw a guy standing in one corner. Smiling. Smiling at me. The noise of shouting taxi drivers and chattering airport lurkers seemed to fade out. My heart skipped a beat, and I knew it was him.
*** to be continued ***
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