malate and its aftermath.

My Malate devirginization, despite some lameness, was still unforgettable. Who forgets his first time?

I really am not in the mood to write right now so pardon the lack of creativity in the succeeding crap. As I've mentioned in the previous post, there was a party in the office for the company's anniversary. Real, dancing party. So before I even hit Malate I was dripping with sweat. Thank goodness I shook booties in the office celebration 'cos no partying happened to me in the immortal gimmick zone of Manila.

I didn't roll the ball. I mean one of the office friends I'm with, who happen to be a Malate veteran, take the other friend and me to where he thought was fine with us. We were all planning about our possible itinerary on our way there. I even read aloud the guys' suggestions from my celfone. But to no avail, nothing of what was planned happened. Our first and last stop: Comic Lab. Alright, we had a good time. Laughing our asses out. Slurping on our chicken lollipops and SanMigs. But I was waiting for more to come as the night deepens. I don't mean getting laid or what. Just some more than comic entertainment.

We arrived at around 11 and left before 1. The PLU officemate with us has got to hit the sack early for his next day's work. And since I'm a rookie in the league, I can't stay there alone lest I risk getting lost.

This is where Peej comes in the scene. Yeah, I was supposed to hook up with the owner of the Bibe Chronicles. But due to the delayed and misunderstood messages, we didn't get to hang out. He's supposed to tour me around the, as he puts it, most secluded, romantic, secreted places Malate harbors. But we're still gonna do that some other time, right, SH? Here's to homeruns!

So there. Disappointing first time but I had fun. Especially with the blast I had in that comic place. Besides, there will be more next times. And it's bound to get better and better. Ayt, SH?

The hilarity didn't end there.

While in Biñan waiting for a ride to Sta. Rosa, somebody tried to pick me up. Wattafcuk! Time then was almost 2am I guess. 'Twas first time that it happened. I can't shove off the grin on my face. It was a weird moment. He said (the pickupper, hehe) it was the second time he saw me. And confirmed if I live in this and that. Then later, he asked if I don't mind talking to him. Not there but somewhere else. He fears that somebody might see him, he said. So he crossed the street. Like I was tranced, I followed him. Taking me to some building ruins or something. Watta? I thought for a moment that this must be some ill-willed guy who will demand for my wallet and celfone when he's built his borders. He was all the while holding his celfone and ramming on the keypads. For a split second, I was sure he's a bad guy. I needed to run away and leave in an instant. I was snaking my eyes across the vicinity to confirm my fear. There was none though. He asked if I've a place of my own. Smiling under my breath, I said none. Before I realize he was asking me to come to my house and damn talk. I'm kind of bored... I need to talk, he said. Yeah right! I said that's impossible. He then asked me to go somewhere again.

Some good 50 feet away from where we were standing, he headed to some dark parts of the area. This time I braved it by asking him if he intends to mug me. He said, of course not... I only want to, errr... talk. Alright, I said, seems harmless. But I was still apprehensive of the whole thing. Not my cup of tea, I realized. I felt some sort of ruth or sympathy (don't wanna use the word pity) towards this person. I mean, he was there lurking somewhere in the dark recesses of the town, at 2 in the morning, trying to what? Talk with someone? Hell no.

I was at a possibly 6-foot distance behind him. He sitted at a stair step in front of an abandoned restaurant. He motioned me to sit beside him. But I hesitated. I told him I'm okay standing up. He kept on repeating that he only wanted to talk to me and get to know me blahs. I stayed standing in front of him. He reached his right hand and told me his name. I accorded a handshake and gave him my name too. He didn't let go of my hand. He was sort of pulling me to sit beside him. I resisted, managing to laugh a little about this whole crazy thing. I'm really okay standing. And besides I couldn't stay long, I told him. I had a long night, am a little dizzy and a little sleepy, I need to be home soon. He stared at me. He told me it'll only take 20 minutes to talk and so and so. Let's go talk now, I said. But he wanted me to sit. I don't like to sit. I'm just not in the mood for what might happen.

I better go, I told him. Tone resolute. I just offered my number, he took it. He said he'll stay there alone. Then I left. On my way home, I couldn't qualify what I was feeling as I walk past the sideways. Did I hurt the guy? I'm sure I did. He was ringing my phone the other night. After a few seconds, he cut the call. I wish him well.