"ok.. nice to know you're back safely. Talk to you some other day!"
What was I thinking? Has desperation for physical action blinded myself from something so aesthetically wrong?
I confess. I have an insatiable drive lately and I almost lost my self-control to the point I can actually let myself go for just anyone I know who are into penises and buttholes.
Whatever that happened, doesn't justify the actions I have let myself done.
* * *
"Oh, a mail."
A silent smile, facing the white computer screen in yet another warm night. Since joining this website, uploading just two pictures can attract 250 profile views in three days.
"Not bad ah."
Thought I could see some potentials to be brought on the bed. Then there was the message displayed as a few lines asking what I am into from this apparent decent looking boy from the capital. A string of casual conversation follows until the message asking for the room address, I finally asked his name.
It was less than 24 hours before we first meet, that night before closing my tired eyes, I received his contact for a certain internet social networking page.
The jaws dropped.
* * *
One hour was the period of time I spent sitting at the warm corner of an overrated restaurant, waiting for his arrival.
A figure appeared and I know it's him because the waitress sitting in front of me stopped her hands from wiping a fork she was holding. Her eyes raised and focused on the only subject that captured her attention - him.
When he placed himself a seat, her eyes remains fixated to our direction, perhaps pondering the possibilities of reason why two person of such huge differences can sit on the same table.
I hold my tongue for a while, trying to rearrange my sentences before something ugly unintentionally slipped from the edges of my lips.
"You look.. extravagant today." adorned with a polite smile.
"What.. no la"
And that's that fake shyness from him.
"uh.. I suppose this is one of your most normal clothes you wear?"
"ok.. hmm. What were you wearing in your profile pic? Was that a dress?"
"uh no, that is a piece of cloth lar. I was wearing a long pants in the inside, kam ngam the camera angle captured it looks like a dress lo."
"I see.. So, what do you do?"
"oh, you saw my page right? I'm a fashion consultant. Working in this industry is... ... ... ..."
I can't help it.
You really cannot blame me for not able to listen all what you've said because after all, you are not speaking as loud as your appearance (especially your hair).
Now then, the advice from Dr. Elf some time ago, spelled out like an ominous chant on my mind, reminding me not to lose the integrity.
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Niat hati hendak memancing temenung, sudah terpancing ikan setoka.