Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Al

The other teen is named Al. If you’re wondering what I am talking about, please refer to this post.

There was this time when CJ was not texting me. I don’t know if he’s just so busy (during summer vacation?) or if he just didn’t feel like texting me. This was during the election week. And while CJ wouldn’t text me, Al was so giving me this attention I needed, in person and via text.

On the election day itself, I survived falling in line for 5 hours at the precinct because Al kept me company (via text) all throughout.

That’s when Al and I started becoming close. He’d always go to the mall with me, or dine out with me whenever I didn’t feel like eating at home. It was via text last May 16, before going to bed, when I asked him if he had already experienced being courted by members of the third sex. He said there was a lot of them during his high school days, but he said he never entertained their motives and just kept them as friends.

When he said that, I jokingly told him I think I would try courting him. He just laughed, and said I should court him when he doesn’t have a girlfriend anymore. His reaction, though, didn’t really tell me to stay away, so I gathered it was okay.

We continued to text normally after that, when I thought he’d be a little wary after knowing I had other intentions. Two nights after, I was telling him I hate waiting, and that I really don’t know how to court. I was asking him if we could be officially on already. He was laughing and said he’d think about it.

Wednesday, I was a little persuasive already. He was out that day with his mom, and I was texting him like, “So we’re on now?”

He was pleading (yes with a please) if he could just think about it for a while. He loves his girlfriend and he doesn’t want to put the relationship at risk. I told him no one would know; that it would just be our secret. But he really wanted to think about it first. I didn’t push my luck any further. And laid off the topic of relationship for a while.

He dropped by my house last Sunday, with a common friend, to hang out. Sitting beside me, I couldn’t help but pinch or grab at his arm once in a while. His skin was so warm when our arms would touch. And he was acting a little trying hard to be cute. LoL!

Then Monday (yesterday), I thought about it and realized I had been courting him for 8 days already. I texted him, saying that it would be the last day I’d wait; that if he still couldn’t decide on that day, then I’d stop and we’d be just friends forever. I was crossing my fingers at that time, though, that everything would turn out in my favor.

He said okay, and promised to text me of his decision last night. But before the night came, he again dropped by with the same friend from the previous day. He was so cute in green shirt and cut-off jeans, and looked so young with a PSP dangling from a lace around his neck. He hang out for like 2 hours, Facebook-ing with his PSP and kidding around at the same time.

I couldn’t ask him in person about the decision he’d make that coming night. I was kinda afraid. But the fact that he went to my house before the decision time came was a good sign.

I waited until almost 10 pm before finally giving in the urge to text him, reminding him that it’s already late. He made me wait for a few, saying he’s still looking for something. A sign? Ohgawd. But then he texted at 10:06 pm, telling me of his decision that he wanted to try to have a relationship with me. He made me promise, though, that no one should know. He’s really afraid that his girlfriend would know.

It’s okay, I don’t have plans of telling anyone myself. I’ve always been gay, but having brought up this way makes me feel more shame than pride in bragging about my homosexual relationships.

I was so happy when I received that text. My face was painted with a smile even when I woke up this morning. And I didn’t even sleep soundly at all. I woke up so many times during the night and all I wanted to do was think of him.

And then he had this job orientation the whole day today. And he’s gonna start work tomorrow. Gah! I haven’t seen him since we’ve been officially on. I’m anticipating the moment. I actually don’t know how I would behave or how he would behave around me now that we’re on. LoL!

Actually, I was also thinking if I should say “I love you” last night or if I should just wait for him to say it first. He’s so young and this is his first gay romance I didn’t want him to feel awkward. But luckily, he said it first during the goodnight text.

I’m so young all over again. There’s actually a smile on my face while typing this.

PS
If I wrote this on the day I wrote the CJ entry, the tone would have been so different cuz Al and I still weren’t on then. Likewise, if I wrote the CJ entry when Al and I were already on, it would also have been so different.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Speak Less

Speak less to people whom you love most…
Because if they cannot understand your silence…
They can never understand your words…

-Shakespeare

Friday, May 21, 2010

CJ

Wasn’t able to blog here for more than a month.

I’m in love. With two teenagers.

I know right. I’m not supposed to, when I’m double their age. But what can I do?

The face attracted me to one. And he knows I’m attracted to him. But I haven’t gone farther than friendship. CJ and I exchange text messages, we have gone out twice alone, the last time was yesterday which ended in watching Iron Man 2.

The first time we went out together was during a sale in a mall near us. He texted me early in the morning asking if I would be shopping. Sensing that he wanted me to go with him, I said yes. I was sick that day, but so what. It turned out that his mom, who was also in the mall with his sister (but he didn’t wanna go with them girls), gave him money to shop. (Nice parenting, by the way.)

CJ bought a pair of pants. But it took us hours to look for a good buy. He knows how to shop. He knows what he wants.

I treated him out to lunch. And towards the end, his mom called, wanting to meet us. The mom was petite, in good shape, and just a little older than I am. I was apprehensive at first because I didn’t know how she’d react seeing me for the first time. Not that I don’t look normal, but I knew she would be able to tell I were  gay. But then everything turned out to be fine. She even asked me what I bought, and asked us to go with them at the appliance store.

After buying some more stuff, we ended the day with coffee. He wouldn’t wanna drink coffee but I insisted. I should’ve known, though, that he really didn’t wanna drink when he said so. I looked in awe when he drowned his cup with creamer and sugar to make it taste less coffee-like.

Yesterday was a different story. I texted him if he wanted to meet me at the mall after I did my errands. I went out quite early and I knew I’d be finished with stuff by midday. He said he had nothing to do and agreed to meet.

Meet for what? I originally had no plans. But told him in passing that I wanted to have a haircut. He said his head is also quite big already he’d have a haircut as well. But then I only go to barber shops. And his haircut didn’t look like something done by a barber. So yeah, he went to Bench Fix while I had my hair cut at Headway. He was finished first cuz Bench Fix almost had no clients that time while I still had to wait for my turn at Headway. I saw him come in the barber shop’s door while I was being given a back massage.

We went to Pancake House after that. My treat. What money could a 17-year-old have btw? He already had a haircut, it’s a given thing that I’d pay for food. Carbonara, pancakes, mango milk shake (for me), and green mango shake (for him).

After a little shopping at Ace Hardware (what a date!), I risked asking him to see Iron Man 2. He looked at the time. It was 5 pm. “Sige, tara,” he agreed.

But the mom kept on texting him towards the end of the movie. LoL! It was almost 8 pm when the movie finished.

He brought his bike but apologized for not bringing an extra helmet. And he walked me to the cab.

It’s okay. I’m scared of bikes, anyway. But I love bikers.

PS
This entry’s quite long already, I’ll blog about the other teen next time. Soon, I hope.