Monday, February 15, 2010
It was almost dawn when I agreed to join a stranger I just met over a bottle of Red Horse. It was swift just an invitation to go somewhere private. I was already drunk before the stranger joined me and my friend (the strange actually ordered that last round of beer). As my friend sashayed his way into the common restroom I left the bar with the stranger. Bills already been settled so I guess my friend need not to worry, after all, I know he won't mind me ditching him over a lay. The sun is almost up when the spirits began playing tricks on my sub-consciousness.
"I'll go in first and when you receive my text you follow," the stranger instructed me.
No need for me to respond because I already know how to play this game. Not having a place of my own, the mirrored rooms became my playing field - the witness to the exchange of flesh and pleasure of both withering souls.
It was fast - the text message. I cross the street and went inside. The guy from reception area greeted me and I gave him the information I read from the text message. I slither smoothly on my way to where the barter will ensue.
He was already lying there, staring back at me. I carefully closed the door and began undressing. Then it began.
"I love you," the stranger said in the middle of game.
"Ha?," I asked?
"I love you," he repeated.
"Love mo na 'ko?," I asked.
How a stranger could say that to a person whom he just met? How could people, in general, say these words without even meaning it? How could they easily say it just like that? So I played along.
"Pano kung I'm taken na?," I added.
"Ok lang, number two ako," I replied.
I was bewildered. This person seemed crazy; he just said he love a person whom he just met over a beer then willing to be my number two if ever I'm already taken (haba ng hair).
Spirits still lingering and playing tricks on my head so I didn't bother him saying those stupid remarks as I'm trying to relieve my horniness. It's part of the game. No matter how it's been played when both parties reach the pinnacle, both parties win. That's what I love about this game, no one actually loses. Well, that's it if you no investment of emotion involves.
The phone ring while I'm still dozing of. I'm still sleepy so he invited me to come to his place. We dined first at some local Chinese restaurant before heading over to his place.
I was shocked to find out that his room mate was actually one of the people I flirted over the bar last night - small world indeed.
It was a long day. We played a lot at different corner of his pad. Not minding if his room mate sees us.
Later, I went home and send him a text message:
"Sorry but I can no longer see you."
He replied dozens of text messages telling me that he loves me blah blah blah then when he realized I'm not replying or answering any his calls he began cursing me hehe.
So I'm asking again, how could you say you love a person you just met? How could people, in general, say these words without even meaning it? How could they easily say it just like that?
If you like the person or stranger you just met, it doesn't amount to love, right? Like, most likely, but love I don't think so. What do you think?
The Curious Cat
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