It is amazing that a city like Hong Kong transforms itself from one beautiful place to another and another and another. Antiques shops open in the morning, pubs and restaurants become beautiful cafés serving breakfast and hot baked goodies. This is why I enjoy riding cabs to work, expecting to see an array of activities and of course men..
Every day is like an orchestrated act of men doing their normal chores. Coffee shops get packed with the male species so good looking and so fresh like they still have glad wrap around them. These men are special and nice to look at not only because they exude so much testosterone but also because with beauty like that, one would start to wonder where in Hong Kong do they come from? You never get to see them in bars or clubs, so what do they do for fun? Better yet you may ask, where have all the good men been hiding?
One sunny spring day, I found myself reading a message coming from someone who I have met some time ago during one of my visits home. Having met him and his friends in one of the best club in Manila, I was introduced well and had a brief hi and hello chat over a glass of champagne. Interestingly, I never ever thought he was someone I could imagine flirting with, until…
We exchanged several messages then, planning to meet up, leaving hints that I wanted to see him a. With vested interest, as I normally have with anyone I like, I kept dropping hints of flirtation hoping he with pick it up or bite in. He didn’t. Well not to my understanding.
Like Hong Kong, I never gave up re inventing myself. Weeks past, plans of meeting up turned to be an impossible mission. I would go on dates, party and all, but never had the chance to break away, sneak out to at least say hello, knowing at one time, he was just in the bar next door to where I was, Drop.
Fast forward, with my reliable and ever so beautiful friends, we were flirting so hard with cute guys in Volume on a Friday night. We normally end up chatting up some cute ones, bringing them to the next club and then you know what. Well so we wish. Instead we find ourselves drowning each other in cosmopolitans, gin tonics and of course my signature vodka tonic.
Then we decided to go to the next, barely able to walk, we headed to Propaganda.
It was then I remembered that this guy, sent me a message earlier and agreed to meet somewhere in SOHO. Agreement or no agreement we did not get to meet again as agreed.
Not long, I found myself tracking the short dark corridors of Propaganda when I saw someone drunk, familiar and excruciatingly cute.
It was him.
He was headed to catch up with some of his friends, again in the next bar. Barely I minute we locked our eyes with each other’s and this time agreed to meet to be together that night.
Having finally met him and seen him, everything was different this time. It was then when I started understanding the meaning of his messages in my Inbox.
“ You pee a lot?” I told him in between him giving me a kiss on my neck and answering Mother Nature’s call. We laughed endlessly in my bathroom till he couldn’t pee anymore. It was cute, no it was more than cute- it was funny cute.
He was in my bed, beautiful, sweet, touchy, kiss and oh so lovely. I liked it though, I felt like I was on for a magic carpet ride. But that adventure started way earlier, way drunker and way more wasted.
It was at Drop that we finally got together, he bought a bottle of champagne as a sign of celebration that we, finally met. I liked that – men in control, so sure of themselves, so confident, exuding with power, used in many different ways.
In a world where there is a lot of power play, people tend to navigate on either side to recognize their inner most wants and desires. To know this we simply have to ask;
In this day and age, how do we end up participating in a push and pull situation?
He pushed us to drink the whole bottle, the culprit that tipped him over to my side, as I was trying to pull him towards me-though not physically. He budged, the same time I was talking to him and telling him the minute I started thinking about him. The nudging wasn’t tiny hence I expected a huge reaction. It was. I didn’t know if I could handle it but then he said,
“ Don’t tell your friends because I don’t want anyone to know.”
“ Go out ahead and I will meet you outside..”
We had spoken of a lot of things that night, things we didn’t have to say. But it was inevitable. He made me think, laugh and giggle. He made me float and allowed my spirit hover over two bodies, sweating passionately. His lips were like soft tofu, his skin felt like wind from the dessert rubbing softly on my bare skin. It was simply erotic.
We were lost in each other.
Gasping for air, we paused several times, not minding hours have passed so quickly. We kissed and touched each other several times, connecting in so many ways, both emotionally and physically. We couldn’t muster the strength to separate from each other until we opened our eyes to see that the light of day was slowly creeping through the windows…
It was time to go and left a mark he did.
As he vowed and promised that he would see me again, I also had to make mine, that is to keep his identity and in keeping his, I end up keeping mine, my personality to the point of being, in my own society, incognito.
But there was definitely something about him, a connection I never felt before. Something tells me there is more to what I see and what I feel for him. Him with his power, integrity and confidence he leaves me breathless, eager for the next time to come.
But for now, all I can be is a figment of his imagination…
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