The Blissful Life

It was believed that Hong Kong was the luckiest place on earth. It enjoyed total independence from China not until 1997 turnover, experienced an economic growth no one city has ever and maintained it till this day and has never and will never ever experience any earthquake… except the kind that rocks our world.

It was one of those nights in Shanghai when I went out with my then boyfriend that I met the date of a common friend. He, the date, was in fact in a long distance relationship. We exchange remarks and funny jokes, belittling the fact that at the same time, my then boyfriend was trying his best to flirt with him, too.


Fast forward, I was checking my Face book messages when all of a sudden, I got one from him! Surprise, surprise! And he says;

“Sorry to jump in. have not seen you in a while... Hong Kong made you single??? Hope you are ok.”

There it was, a message I would never have dreamed of being in my Inbox. It was definitely him.

Suffice to say, we started exchanging messages until it came to a point of an agreement on meeting up.

We casually met in a restaurant down in Causeway Bay and started talking. Although it has been years since we last saw each other, it wasn’t that difficult to recognize him, the feeling I had for him was still burning inside me.

It was really him in the flesh. His bald head, long pointy nose and cute smile. Although his eyes showed of stress and skin seemed to have lost itself to gravity, it was still him.

It was a sweaty Wednesday night, hot and sticky we found ourselves lip locking, rolling all over his bed. We both lost it, his mind, my clothes, his socks, and our underwear.

When it was over, it wasn’t. Our lips stuck like super glue, seemed to be like opposite poles of a magnet. Yes, it was hot. I never felt anything like this before and it was all within grasp, he was.

The best part was yet to come. The next day, he found himself staying at my flat, smiling, attractive, sexy and very naked. He stayed for a while and left. But then again found himself right back after a week, indulging ourselves with each other, again and again and again.

The next few weeks found us messaging and getting so connected that no amount of work seemed to take our minds off each other. He texts, I text. He emails, I email back.

I would find myself asking, is this what they call an affair or a booty call? What is the difference in the first place? Since we both enjoy it so much, why do we let ourselves be overwhelmed with the while idea or better yet, is this what we call the rebound relationship?


I have actually never used my Blackberry as much as I have that both my thumbs started hurting. And it did, badly. Although come to think of it, it was good it happened so got more familiarized with this machine that seem to dominate Hong Kong ID holders.

This went on for weeks until today.

After coming back from Los Angeles and apparently breaking up with his boyfriend of four years, he gave me a break up call in the middle of my meeting, saying he cant see me anymore and that it would be best for him not to continue seeing me. Composed but very surprised, I told him to calm down and not think about it anymore.

But it compelled me to ask myself about the truth, the truth about relationship that it is in fact an involvement of two people who mutually share the same interest of each other.

And I had to ask, what gave him the thought of calling me and saying he cant see me anymore?

Didn’t he think that it was a decision made by two people involved in the same relationship?

Relationship as defined in wikipedia;

Intimate relationship is a particularly close interpersonal relationship. It is a relationship in which the participants know or trust one another very well or are confidants of one another, or a relationship in which there is physical or emotional intimacy.

So now that he has embraced the fact that he can’t trust himself to have a relationship with me, where does this leave me then?

I think in the end it is the best and only way to solve whatever issues he has about having something with me. Whether he gets to solve it himself, i still get hurt in the end. To have the relationship is one thing, to trust him again is another.

But then, it poses another opportunity that maybe somehow, someday, this person becomes my northern star, all over again.