It's been a while since we hooked up. I've been inviting you several times to meet up, but your crazy schedule wouldn't permit you to be available. Now, I sms that I'd give you the best service yet, just to have sex with me.
After sending that message, I lost respect for myself. Losing steam (or urge) like blood draining out from my body in an instant. Most likely, you'd politely decline (if not answer at all). But even if you make time to play, I know it's just demerits on my part as a buddy.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Missed Connections 2: We Made Out But Never Made It
Kelvin and Marc: we both had memorable moments in that place. On two separate occasions. K, you were the one with killer dimples and works in the same field as I am. I didn’t notice your cute face in the dark. I thought it was a silhouette of a daddy that I wasn’t in the mood to hook up with. Turns out, you had a great smile. Double points for the lips, coz they kiss so well. Too bad, I didn’t get your number when I had the chance. You were taking a shower, while another guy dragged in me in to the dark rooms, just so in the end I’d regret fooling with him. When I got out of it, you were already gone.
M, kissing, cuddling, hugging for more than two hours was really worthwhile. You had a lanky body with cut abs, and the way you unloaded to my torso was really sexy. I was so turned on by the watering of my wonderland. Your loud moan was thundering in the room. I got off ahead of you, lying on the bed, while you kneel in front me, jerking like a porn star. After that climax, we cleaned up. I thought we’d leave the place together, but I was wrong. I thought you wanted to pursue me, as you mentioned when you were kissing me, but when I came back from the showers to check on you in the locker room, you were not around. I searched the whole place, and then waited in the reading area, hoping you’d appear. But there was no sign of you.
M, kissing, cuddling, hugging for more than two hours was really worthwhile. You had a lanky body with cut abs, and the way you unloaded to my torso was really sexy. I was so turned on by the watering of my wonderland. Your loud moan was thundering in the room. I got off ahead of you, lying on the bed, while you kneel in front me, jerking like a porn star. After that climax, we cleaned up. I thought we’d leave the place together, but I was wrong. I thought you wanted to pursue me, as you mentioned when you were kissing me, but when I came back from the showers to check on you in the locker room, you were not around. I searched the whole place, and then waited in the reading area, hoping you’d appear. But there was no sign of you.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Tell Me I’m Weird
1
When I feel confident about something, it’s inevitable that something, no matter how small or daunting, would happen to ruin the moment. The opposite happens when the conviction is negative, and things turn out to be not that bad. I don’t want to project a negative vibe every time, so I just lower my expectations to avoid greater frustration.
2
I have this facebook friend who’s a friend of a friend of mine. We’re neither acquaintances nor good friends, but only “tamang pagkakakilanlan lang”. I notice him liking almost every status of our main friend. But I feel a certain pinch in my weird being that he’s not doing it to me. LOL. Come to think of it, it’s become even weirder, now that I’ve laid it in the open.
We got personally introduced by our main friend. At that occasion, I blurted out that he was cute. Hirap talaga pag bihira kang makakita ng pogi sa kweba. I think tumatak yun sa kanya. Malamang tumatak yun sa kanya. But I meant it in a friendly way, knowing that I’m being flirty all the time and I know that I appreciate beauty whenever I see one. When we bump into each other naman at the gym, we talk like kamustahan nang kaunti, then do our own business. But we never got close. He has a partner, and I acknowledge that.
When I got to talk to our main friend, I told him na this guy was gwapo sa unang tingin. But I asked him not to spill this to the guy. Ang jerk ko naman kung babawiin ko yung compliment ko. After the second meeting kasi, I don’t crush him anymore, ‘ika nga. Still, I felt na medyo iwas sya sa akin, in subtle ways that can be misconstrued as pagka-ilang. I’d understand – I crushed him at first meeting, and he has a partner.
Now, he likes almost every status of our main friend. Jealous much? Kahit di naman dapat i-like. For example, “mabigat sa damdamin na iwan ang minamahal, etcetera eklavarva…” Comment ka na lang kesa like, kasi parang gusto mong ganun ang sentimyento ng kaibigan mo, parang ang bad. (Better yet, sana magdagdag na lang ng iba pang options ang FB, gaya ng "Agree", "Disagree", "Strongly agree", "Vehemently disagree", and "I'm sitting in the fence", para masaya).
Samantalang ako, pang-miss universe na ang post sa wall, eh walang may-I-solicit ng kahit ano from him. Lawak ng utak ko, d b? Hindi naman ito ang pinuputok ng butsi ko. I’m just magnifying a very, very miniscule and trivial and non-sensical thing that’s in my system. Whatever you call it, I’m glad I got it out.
When I feel confident about something, it’s inevitable that something, no matter how small or daunting, would happen to ruin the moment. The opposite happens when the conviction is negative, and things turn out to be not that bad. I don’t want to project a negative vibe every time, so I just lower my expectations to avoid greater frustration.
2
I have this facebook friend who’s a friend of a friend of mine. We’re neither acquaintances nor good friends, but only “tamang pagkakakilanlan lang”. I notice him liking almost every status of our main friend. But I feel a certain pinch in my weird being that he’s not doing it to me. LOL. Come to think of it, it’s become even weirder, now that I’ve laid it in the open.
We got personally introduced by our main friend. At that occasion, I blurted out that he was cute. Hirap talaga pag bihira kang makakita ng pogi sa kweba. I think tumatak yun sa kanya. Malamang tumatak yun sa kanya. But I meant it in a friendly way, knowing that I’m being flirty all the time and I know that I appreciate beauty whenever I see one. When we bump into each other naman at the gym, we talk like kamustahan nang kaunti, then do our own business. But we never got close. He has a partner, and I acknowledge that.
When I got to talk to our main friend, I told him na this guy was gwapo sa unang tingin. But I asked him not to spill this to the guy. Ang jerk ko naman kung babawiin ko yung compliment ko. After the second meeting kasi, I don’t crush him anymore, ‘ika nga. Still, I felt na medyo iwas sya sa akin, in subtle ways that can be misconstrued as pagka-ilang. I’d understand – I crushed him at first meeting, and he has a partner.
Now, he likes almost every status of our main friend. Jealous much? Kahit di naman dapat i-like. For example, “mabigat sa damdamin na iwan ang minamahal, etcetera eklavarva…” Comment ka na lang kesa like, kasi parang gusto mong ganun ang sentimyento ng kaibigan mo, parang ang bad. (Better yet, sana magdagdag na lang ng iba pang options ang FB, gaya ng "Agree", "Disagree", "Strongly agree", "Vehemently disagree", and "I'm sitting in the fence", para masaya).
Samantalang ako, pang-miss universe na ang post sa wall, eh walang may-I-solicit ng kahit ano from him. Lawak ng utak ko, d b? Hindi naman ito ang pinuputok ng butsi ko. I’m just magnifying a very, very miniscule and trivial and non-sensical thing that’s in my system. Whatever you call it, I’m glad I got it out.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Missed Connection 1
Body combat class on a Monday means a sardine-packed studio. There’s the danger of hitting a person with a kick, a jab, or an elbow. But it was fun, especially sweating out with friends. And you were there, in your light brown singlet, black running shorts, combat gloves, and sexy presence. You stood at 11 o’clock, just the right angle for me to see your creamy color and fleshy physique. I was at the back of a large girl, who’s the hapless victim of my hostile concentration. You weren’t distracting, but I just couldn’t help but imagine myself getting into those shorts of yours, how I wanted to lick your smooth skin, and how I wanted to role- and fore-play combat before we plunge into a more intense “workout”.
After recovery, you looked at me as if you noticed I was checking you out. It doesn’t matter who first checked out whom, but I like your show of interest. And you even decided to position yourself near me during the push up portion. I had my chest exercise the night before, so I wasn’t performing really well during that portion. Keyber. I didn’t want to show off. You, on the other hand, showed me how powerful your upper body is in executing the exercise.
I hope I could talk to you. I didn’t have the guts at all. Angas-tingin lang talaga ako.
After recovery, you looked at me as if you noticed I was checking you out. It doesn’t matter who first checked out whom, but I like your show of interest. And you even decided to position yourself near me during the push up portion. I had my chest exercise the night before, so I wasn’t performing really well during that portion. Keyber. I didn’t want to show off. You, on the other hand, showed me how powerful your upper body is in executing the exercise.
I hope I could talk to you. I didn’t have the guts at all. Angas-tingin lang talaga ako.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Grindr
I looked it up on the internet, went to www.grindr.com, and got the basic info:
Grindr. It’s a guy thing.
Whether he’s Mr. Right or Mr. Tonight, your man is hanging out on Grindr,a killer location-based social networking tool for the iPhone or iPod Touch.
You can take it with you.
Unlike other dating or social network sites, Grindr is meant to be mobile. And it uses GPS technology to instantly zone in on men in your area. New in town? Tap into Grindr to check out who’s on the scene. On a trip? Use Grindr to find a local who’d like to show you around. Hanging at home? Make Grindr your go-to place and see who’s looking to meet up tonight. No matter where you find yourself, Grindr is the go-to app for socializing in seconds with the guys around you.
No strings attached.
Grindr is quick, convenient, and discreet. It utilizes your iPhone or iPod Touch’s built-in technology to map out which guys are closest to you—but how much info you share with them is entirely up to you. There is no need to enter an email address, register an account, or go through a complicated validation process. No electronic trail is left behind. Simply download the Grindr app to view who’s around and start chatting with a local dude. Trade your stats, show off a photo, instant message any guy you like. Share your location on a map and make plans to meet up right away. Or just browse the local scene. Grindr keeps things uncomplicated.
Size matters.
Hundreds of gay, bi, and curious men in your area are chilling out on Grindr. It’s easy to find a nearby guy in no time. Whether you’re in the mood for some casual IM chat, a hot hook-up, or a buddy to grab a drink with, Grindr makes it happen. Guys into other guys are just a quick download away. And with Grindr they’re also right around the corner—just waiting for you to show up.
I think it’s way cooler than other dating sites, but not everyone has an iPhone. Not everywhere there’s wi-fi. Not all guys in the grindr chat room are game for what you intend to do. So, the chances of success in getting what you want from the app is really small, well, as compared to other gay activities.
Just this afternoon, I signed off at grindr when I saw a senior executive registered in the chatroom, and is just “0 miles” away from me. I was in the office at the time of this writing.
Kisses and Spanks
I haven’t heard from you for more than a week. I confided to you that I was negative in my HIV test just as a heads up. I was thinking you were too swamped with work. Or you didn’t receive the message at all. You said you wanted to be more than bed buddies, but that hasn’t progressed much nor went any farther. I’m still baffled by your silence.
As I browsed the website, your profile was the third most kissed and the most spanked. I shouldn’t get affected because it’s just an indicator of your popularity. I shouldn’t feel my chest twinge because you really have a cute wacky picture. I shouldn’t get anxious because I’m just your bed buddy.
But why do I feel insecure? At the back of my mind, you’re possibly engaged to another user, planning a session or the next. You’re may be getting invitations to have fun with them. Or I’m guessing that you want variety in your menu.
Whatever it is, I feel stupid. Until now, the admin has not yet deleted my account. I didn’t go there to hook up, but to look at the Hotbods section and a weird feeling that someone might have posted a missed connection to me. After all, I had an eye contact with a chinito guy at combat class last night. Baka-sakali lang. Lo and behold, there really was a shoutout of a missed connection with my name on it. Pero sa ibang lugar nga lang – sa facial center kung saan ako nagpa-appointment.
But I digress. I looked up the shouter’s codename, and I stumbled upon yours smothered in pink kisses and naughty spanks. It hurts a bit. My narrow perspective in life wedges like a rusty knife. I have to accept that a loser like me shouldn’t expect much from our affair.
As I browsed the website, your profile was the third most kissed and the most spanked. I shouldn’t get affected because it’s just an indicator of your popularity. I shouldn’t feel my chest twinge because you really have a cute wacky picture. I shouldn’t get anxious because I’m just your bed buddy.
But why do I feel insecure? At the back of my mind, you’re possibly engaged to another user, planning a session or the next. You’re may be getting invitations to have fun with them. Or I’m guessing that you want variety in your menu.
Whatever it is, I feel stupid. Until now, the admin has not yet deleted my account. I didn’t go there to hook up, but to look at the Hotbods section and a weird feeling that someone might have posted a missed connection to me. After all, I had an eye contact with a chinito guy at combat class last night. Baka-sakali lang. Lo and behold, there really was a shoutout of a missed connection with my name on it. Pero sa ibang lugar nga lang – sa facial center kung saan ako nagpa-appointment.
But I digress. I looked up the shouter’s codename, and I stumbled upon yours smothered in pink kisses and naughty spanks. It hurts a bit. My narrow perspective in life wedges like a rusty knife. I have to accept that a loser like me shouldn’t expect much from our affair.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
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