Valentine's at the Baths

It's no surprise that this V-day entry is about the house of sauna. I thought my plans of going out would give a breath of fresh air to my weekend and this blog. But I was wrong. Friday night was a blast, when I caught Valentine's Day movie with close friends. A friendly date with a nice guy whom I had a fling and a falling out in the past and with whom i am now in good terms made the eve of the day of hearts special. I thought Chinese new year would be ushered by a special date with the guy I met at the baths. We already made plans but something went wrong, which eventually brought me to the house that sodomy built. We even saw each other inside.

He told me we'd be going out on Valentine's day. Ben's Chinese but most of his family's already away from the country, except his sister. He's not fluent in Tagalog. In fact, his diction is similar to the sitcom-like caricature of the typical tagalog-speaking Chinese. Language barrier is one problem. Let's just say, I'm an assumptionista. So, when he told me, "pasyal tayo", I thought we'd be meeting for lunch, talk, have coffee, go to places, have dinner, and head to his place for the climactic consummation.

But no.

I ended up texting him in the morning for confirmation, just to receive a late call in the afternoon (he doesn't text; he'd rather call than compose). I left the house in the morning so I could do stuff before everything's blocked for that afternoon date. Thinking my valentine plan's tumbling downhill faster than Jill could hit rock bottom, I had to come up with plan B. Pronto.

Apparently, I have no one to turn to coz all my friends already had plans. While still in MOA, I could only think of one place of refuge. CB. WHo am I kidding?! I texted no one for help so I could justify to my lying self that I could go there. I didn't even bother to return Chinese guy's call so it could turn out that I'm disappointed by his actions - when in fact he didn't do anything wrong. Carrie, you're Evil Longoria!

Off I went to CB, only to get frustrated with the crowd. I thought I'm gonna go ala- Jessica Biel ("Yay, more sad and lonely [beautiful] people!") or Queen Latifah ("kneel to queen Inzinga!") in the dark corridor of the place. Instead, I saw losers like me with no dates on a supposed romantic evening. And like a cherry topping, Chinese guy bumped into me at the water station.

We didn't say a word to each other. Well, it wasn't much silence as he couldn't hear me well when I asked him what happened to him. No reply, so I went on to my business as he went back to the gym area.

At the end of that evening, I gave head and didn't receive any tails. Until CG was done lifting. After his shower, we headed to my room to do hanky panky. If the streaks of bad luck hasn't stopped, then I don't know what's with his premature ejaculation. He apologized and I accepted. What's more important is the understanding that at the end of the day, it's us who should get together.

CG and I are in a situation where no label can appropriately describe. We're not fubus or open lovers, but we like each other to the point of being more than friends. This extended outside of CB, where we first met. He even said he loved me at one point. But realizing that a lot of things would hinder us to work out as a couple, means that I couldn't reciprocate the feeling. And he got that. But being happy when together, we enjoyed each other's company and intimacy when the chance is present.

After the deed, it was understood that we leave the place together. But the thought of me being an asshole that day kept me from asking him to have supper together. I hopped on to his ride, asked him to drop me off somewhere in EDSA, and thanked him.

I had supper alone at McDonald's before V-day ended.