Its been quite a while since I started this blog, a blog supposedly to write about my battle with homosexuality. YUP. I know saying “battle” is homophobic, but dont be too harsh on me, after almost 3 years of reading, studying homosexuality it only now that i am slowly learning to accept it as something part of me–not an illness but simply a state of orientation.
So… I just have to blog this.
25 March 2008
I got Bee Jayed.
It all started in the AM aroun 8. While sitting on my desk as a student assistant in our deaprtment, a man kept on standing in the doorway as if looking for something. He then entered our department asked for a master’s currciulum and then left. Though i did find him a attractive ( I mean giving him that second look a nice guy deserves), i never thought he would ever be interested in me. Guessing he was in his late twenties, i never thought he would hit on me.
Actually i never in my life thought that some guy would seriously be interested in me, especially a straight guy (who looked straight at least). So, deciding he simply wanted the curriculum and since i wa squite sure i wasn’t worth his time and good looks, I went back to work disregarding his presence.
I was wrong.
After lunch around 1 pm, i proctored an ongoing examination for my boss who had to run to disseratation defense. Standing in the doorway, humming to a tune (which i hoped did not disturb those taking the exams) , looking to the horizon down the building’s corridor, i saw the man again.
Now, in that corridor, there were bulletins in almost every wall in between doors to classrooms. the man browsed almost all of them until he reached the bulletin board nearest the doorway where i was standing. I felt weird. I lreally liked him.
He had that sexy burly image, with a cleanly shaved head, fair skin and a seemingly built body fitted in his tight shirt.
I pretended i didn’t noticed him. Then, he approached me.
He asked me things about myself, and i innocently answered them. he then offered me his hadn and introduced himself. I sheaked it. It was strong. one by one, the students passed their exams to me, and so i returned them to the department.
As always, isomething in me wanted to experience “something” with men in the comfortroom. So sometimes i would look at men and when they notice me ill head for the cr and csee if they were interested. Since nobody ever caugh thte bait, i nevere thought there would be someone who reventually will notice.
And so, after returning the exmas to the department, I rushed to the comfort room just to try the bait again. Who knows? it might just work.
It did work.
He followed me in the comfort room, and whisperd.
“Ano oras off mo?”
“What?”
“Ano oras off mo? gusto mo ba?”
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