While preparing to leave the office last night, I received an SMS: “Wana mit?”
“Yes. U free?”
“Yep. Abt 2 liv d ofc. Wer do i mit u?”
“Hir sa haus. Come.”
I stopped for a bit, but told myself, “what the heck.”
I SMSd back. “Sure. Txt me directions.”
Half an hour later, I was talking with him on the phone: “Dito na ako sa street ninyo. Which house is yours?”
“I’m right outside the house, waiting for your car. Yan na, I can see you na.”
I arrived at his house. It was our first time to see each other. Yes, an EB without prior exchange of photos. With his welcoming smile I knew he liked what he saw. Not sure though if it was the car or me he liked. I was ok, I neither liked nor disliked what I saw.
He let me in, straight to his room. It was dark and humid, the TV flickering with a Gossip Girl episode.
“Come sit on my bed.”
A pregnant pause. I was pretending to watch the TV, but with my peripheral vision I saw him staring at me. As if gobbling me up from a distance.
He broke the silence: “Kiss me?”
Several more minutes I was on top of him, both of us naked. He said he was liking it, but I felt it was more of craving for it. “Migs, ikaw pa lang nakagawa sa akin nito.”
In my mind, “sure, sure.”
After several more minutes, I came. And when it was his time he wanted me to go inside him again. Hungry man he was.
While clothing up, he was mumbling something about his schedule the next day.
“May VTR pa ako bukas.”
I pretended not to understand. Turned out he’s one of those upcoming, struggling, male models. In my mind, “oh no, not again.”
Before I left, he kissed me on the lips briefly. “Text me?”
My mouth said “sure,” but my mind thought, “why?” Then I bolted out to my car.
While driving home, the streets were drenched with the night rain. My windshield was blurred with splashing water. My ipod was on, playing Eric Bennet’s “The Last Time.” Around me, everything was busy and blurry.
In my mind, I was thinking, “if only I had a partner.”
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