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Simon dear, I remember you as long as Pam knows you when she was experiencing her first semester in your college. The first encounter we had was over Pam’s blog having conversation about getting a tub of sour-cream in Malaysian market, and it was there I noticed you are a great buddy to Pam.
Of course I didn’t know you are gay. It didn't even came into our minds.
Not even when Jin and I asked Pam to consider you as her boyfriend when she replied “No la, it’s impossible”
Then, during my last semester break, Alexis told me she had a senior by the name of Simon who is gay. That truly opened my eyes because you certainly do NOT look like one. Well, at least not on Facebook. Definitely not on our previous short conversation or should I use a more precise word – encounter.
Quite naturally, I added you as my friend in Facebook and you approved. Remember we had our first conversation wall-to-wall and Pam interfered? You told me she exclaimed “why are you talking to Savoir!?”
You didn't specifically tell her the reason, but I’m sure we both know it well, deep within ourselves.
Oh yes, and I’ve casually asked you for a date when I returned to Subang after my second semester. Actually I mean it, and I know you wanted to see me too.
“Hi, I’m the hooker next door. *wink*” – Via sms 1.29am 20.04.2010
So, we met. Just a few days ago we had our first date at The Pyramid. Honestly, the dinner was overpriced but I know the meal is a small price to pay for me to see you in real life. After the dinner, I sent you home with the lovely City thanks to my parents’ trip to China for a week. It was a golden opportunity for me to have any sort of physical contact with anyone at that period but none what so ever occurred.
I was close though – Calvin gave me a booty call but I turned him down, having sex with my first ex after two years of breaking up without much communication sounds very much tacky to me.
Nothing happened that night though I receive more messages from Simon than ever before. He asked if I am free on another day because he wanted another dinner date. This time, over his place and he’ll be the the one preparing it. I gladly obliged. After all, I want to see the chef in action thanks to Alexis’s impression.
Thursday, we went to Carrefour to get the groceries and hit his place early to prepare dinner. His place is the standard student’s dorm. All his housemate are his course mates and I doubt they had the slightest feeling that Simon’s gay. Whatever.
It was a great meal without proper dining tools and cutleries. Whatever it is, the dinner was nice. We were sitting facing each other over a small table with whole three course meal set on 3 generic plates in his room. At some instances, we even have to use our hands to grab the food. Dirty, but fun!
That night, we were obviously flirting on each other with the postures, eyes and sight. But again, nothing happened. Perhaps we are not ready for it but subconsciously we were giving out signals and I am sure he is very aware.
Tuesday, we decided to meet up again. It was a rainy evening and I picked him up from the new Taylors lakeside campus heading towards Pyramid. We were there only for about an hour picking up a glass of fruit juice then suddenly we changed our mind having dinner at Mentari. I remember we were sitting at the lounge of the fruit juice stall staring into each other. Simon is good with dressing up formal, body fit with charming face. He snapped me a wink. With the sexy glasses he wore, I know I’ll regret if I still keep my lust under control.
The dinner was practically a waste of time.
I am in his room, sitting on his miserable mattress on the floor as he puts up some cheery Korean music and pulled the curtain. I switched off the light, turned; looking into his eyes longing for a good sexual session and pulled his head closer to mine...
“Oh.. You were really horny. I was soaked in your saliva! Hahaha!!” – Via sms 12.18am 28.04.2010