07.21.08
GIVE IN
Knowing when to stop is something that I have yet to learn. That’s why I have, in the course of my adult life, tried one session of pot* and nothing else besides, lest I’d go down the drain for liking it too much. Anyway, this line is not about pots or sex. This is about work, ehem.
See, I have been busy either doing a lot of things or doing nothing these past few days so I was feeling kinda down. The upshot was that I texted someone yesterday and said, “yo, I’m free to play.”
You know.
Once in a while, a dude needs to feel desired. I don’t know with you but its pleasing for me to be close to someone I like and who likes me back… It’s fine even if I don’t come. Wahaha. Seriously, being close, holding hands, snuggling in the dark, whispering hoarse foolishness – these for me are enough. I also have an urge to make people happy. That is why, of all my public disdain for cheesiness and elaborate ceremony in mating, I confess, I am romantic in my own straightforward way. Wtf. So this time, I had fun.
Anyway, here are some of my preferred and actually tested environs conducive to my perversities.
1. a really boring movie
2. the bed all night
3. at the car park at 11 pm
4. bus ride
5. under the stars
What’s the common denominator in all these? These are circumstances when you could really have a good and intimate conversation.
(*foolishly thinking it would do well with the foreplay but it gave me headache in the process so I couldn’t really concentrate)
07.08.08
E.G.
A: (whispers) Your breath reeks with the popcorn.
B: What do you mean by that?
A: Uh. Nothing.
B: You mean something.
A: Well, I wanna kiss you, that’s all.
B: So?
(duh. how can you kiss a mouth like that?)
…
…
B: It’s you who made me wait, and eat all those stuffs. (fumbles with the bag.)
A: What’s with the bag? Are you gonna live here? It’s so big.
B: I have some candy here, you want?
A: What’s this? Uh, it looks black.
B: Chocolate.
(great. popcorn+chocolate = disaster)
A: I’ll pass.
B: Fine.
(silence.)
A: Ok, come here.
B: Why?
A: Closer… Here, hold it.
B: Tigas a.
A: (embarassed) You know why. I lift with it all the time.
B: But your stomach feels good to touch now. I can actually lie here and sunbathe. It’s so flat. (giggles)
A: Shh, baka mahuli tayo ng guard. Wag maingay.
B: Susme, holding hands lang e. Next time mag gloves ka ha when you lift weights. Feels like parched sand in there.
A: I meant your too noisy. They’re staring.
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07.01.08
CORKY BUSINESS
I would like to eat risotto which my friend Magi said is uber delicious (well, she cooked it so there is the bias variable there) so I thought I’d cook last weekend. I bought them stuffs – olive, cheese, butter, mushroom, (I thought this would do instead of the artichokes which is not available around here) wine and the chicken for the stock.
My father was a bit curious, I could tell when I was unloading all the stuffs. Indeed, they looked mighty plenty when there’s just the two of us who’s gonna eat (probably one, if I messed everything up big time well, on second thought, he’s very polite when it comes to his children’s failed kitchen experiments). Anyway, I was chopping my way through the last of the shallots when to my horror, the father said that the wine cork, out of years of abuse, was regrettfully no longer with us. So the upshot was that, I have to manually pry the cork out of the friggin bottle. First I tried the knife, then the can opener, then the knife again, then the fork, and so on and forth. No success. Then I tried the laptop. Lol.
I googled possible remedies – one said, I have to use a screwdriver, hammer the screw down and pry the stubborn cork out = no good; another said, wrap a towel at the bottle’s base then bang that part in the nearby wall. The collective force of the banging rhythm is supposedly going to push the cork out. I was doing that for a good 10 minutes – looking like an idiot or a pervert wanking a wine bottle – and I thought, if I am jacking off, I would have come more than twice already. My impatience got the better of me so lest I smash the bottle out of my rising temper, I got the car out and dashed to the city.
Imagine for a wine cork?
Well, the risotto was good.
