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.