The G in the Bag

His name is Geoffrey Andrews. Ok sabi nga ni Mommy, wag daw akong mag de-date ng amerikano, may aids daw sila! Haha. Well yan talaga si mommy.

We met a few months back, by waiting in line sa banyo, binati niya ang sapatos kong gold, the first time I ever wore them. Sabi niya “ nice shoes”…yun na ang simula nun.

It was his first day in Hongkong when I met him. He was with a friend and basically discovering the city’s gay scene.



We saw each other several times, and he definitely grabbed some of my friend’s attention, saying na hot sha. Well the truth is, the first time I saw him , I thought he was hot too. But with every sgay man in Volume would probably be, isa na naman sha siguro shang bakasyunista. Well he wasn’t.

Several weeks passed, ayun batian lang ang nangyayari, nothing more than that. I would see him on dates and all.

Fast forward, we finally went on a date. It was great. I cant remember exactky how it happened. Was it me or was it him…but something started. And we had our first dinner, talked about it and insured a second one by him stealing the bill and paying for it.

In the first date I learned a lot about him. I saw him outside after that and yes we ended in his apartment. I liked him.

But it never ended there neither did we start talking to each other in public. That was weird. Till this day I still don’t know if it was me or him but it never worked as me and him, publicly.

We had our second date, magic. We talked and talked but this time he was a bit pre occupied. Work haunting him, fair enough. Hours went on, the Barolo wine was fantastic. The convertation ended in a topic off “ have you left someone back in LA?” he did, not just a guy, but a life he was used to.

Fair – it was too early to say if he did like staying in Hongkong or not. But I still liked him- this time a lot. He was sincere and true until he said, there was a friend of his coming from LA.

He did say they had plans but towards the end of the night when his friend was in town, he asked if I can meet up with them. I said yes.

Volume, packed they arrived. But before that I was telling my friends about how I feel about G and how great all of talks and conversations we had. The expensive dinners, the lifestyle, the works. No pretentions, no inhibition and the sex was as honest and sincere as I can imagine. My friends believed me and was happy for me until..

We all caught him kissing his friend, in front of me and my friends, publicly. So tanong ng mga friends, “ano yan?”

Humiliated, embarrassed and disappointed I kept my composure. I started asking, bakit sa akin di nya ginagawa yun? Ni Makita kaming magkasama hindi niya magawa, ni halikan di niya mabigay sa akin and yet, this guy, sa harap nang maraming tao, sa harapan ko pa, after such a date, was kissing this guy?


I was furious, hurt and felt disgraced and cheated on. What was I supposed to say, boyfriend ba ako?


I didn’t get it until the guy spoke while G went to the bathroom and said, “ shit and I have to have sex with that friend and his tiny little dick even if its against my will..”

There it was, the validation I was not expecting to hear. Even more, everyone laughed. I didn’t, but deep inside I knew I had won.

I didn’t speak to him anymore- he said to me I was cruel- was I or was I enjoying the fact that his friend insulted him ? was it more than anything but vengeance?

Is winning the most important thing?

I clearly remember that night I left hurt, betrayed and abandoned. Not knowing exactly what to do and how to react, I moved on and vowed to never trust G again.

But then more than anything, my heart beats of another message- cryptic, it doesn’t make sense at all, I was hurt terribly because I knew from that moment, I more than like him.