Awesome Threesome

I went to a threesome this weekend, and it was orgasmic—actually better than that. Together with friends I met through MGGFF, I went to the launch of Threesome: Books to Break the Rules. It was the launching of the following blogs-turned-books: McVie's The Wetbook: Stories from the Bathhouse, E's The Chronicles of E, and Migs' Dear Migs: Letters to MGG, the Manila Gay Guy.

It was a mix of emotions. There was anxiety of what to expect at the launch. I also felt the paranoia and excitement of seeing familiar faces, paranoia because of the possibility that I'll come out once more to someone I know personally, and excitement because of the thought that if I indeed see someone familiar there, it's either he's one of us or at the very least accepting of us. Then as the authors presented their books, I laughed at the authors' humor, got teary-eyed a bit at the heartwarming stories, admired the courage of E and Migs to come out in the open (sige na nga isali ko na rin si McVie, hehe), and just felt happy that I witnessed this momentous occasion for these three bloggers/authors, their editors, and the new publisher in town, Grey Matter Publishing. Congratulations to all of you!

I was also able to see, although not mingle with, Cookie Chua, Ryan Chua, and RG Cruz—haha shy type ako. :)

Of course, I was able to see some friends again, meet new ones, see online friends in person, and see a number of hot, goodlooking guys. I'd like to send a special shoutout to that one hot guy who, most of the time, caught me looking at him. Haha. I wish I could see you again. :)

Now I can say that once in my life, I joined a threesome and it felt gooood—way better than what any casual sexual encounter could offer. :)

For those interested in buying the books, you can buy online at mybookstore.ph for now. Soon they will be available in National Book Store. So buy, read, and share with your friends. :)

Mr. Hairstylist

Whenever I need a haircut, there's this feeling of anxiety because I might end up having a bad haircut. So when I get to have a barber or stylist who's familiar with the hairstyle I'm comfortable with, I stick with him/her.

I remember the first time I "met" him, he was wearing this white polo that really looked good on him. He's fairly cute, err... hot. His biceps were to die for, and I love seeing him smile. So yeah, by now it must be clear to you that I have a crush on my hairstylist. :p He has been my suki for months now.

I skipped one haircut last month and instead went to another branch of theirs, the one in Makati, since my schedule was hectic that day and it was practical for me to get it done there since I was in the area for a meeting.

After a month, my hair started to make me feel that it needs some grooming. So earlier this evening after office hours, I went to the mall to get my haircut. Of course, I called on my crush, I mean, suki. When he examined my hair, he asked me who last touched it. I told him I had it done in their Makati branch. So he started telling me that he used to work in that branch, and he asked me the name of the stylist, which I forgot. Haha.

As the conversation continued, I learned that he also worked in their branch in Ortigas before transferring to TriNoma. During the conversation, and while he was giving me a haircut, I was subtly trying to get a glimpse of his face. Haha. I don't know if he sensed it, but I was really enjoying the moment.

When he was done, I was a little surprised that he made the effort of blowing my hair dry and applying hair gel to my hair since there are times when he usually leaves the task to his assistant. He might just really be in the mood to do that, but deep inside I was hoping he was doing it to impress me. Haha.

Up until I paid for the service and before I left, I was really tempted to get his number, or to at least subtly give him my number. But then again, I felt this was uncalled for, as I could just be assuming too much. I'm not hoping that he would make the move either because he is employed there and I'm a client. And of course, I was not even sure if he is gay or bi. He might be straight for all I know. There are straight hairstylists, even though I've only seen one in fiction—Adam Sandler's character in You Don't Mess with the Zohan, who's also good in one other thing aside from hairstyling. (wink wink)

To my hairstylist: If by any chance you happen to read this entry, and you happen to realize that this is you I'm talking about, please ignore my Zohan remark. (Peace! and Hugs!) Hahaha landi!

Fail

I was on my way home aboard a tricycle when I saw my crush who lives somewhere along the way. He was walking his dog again. Since he was looking at me (or I was thinking it was me he was looking at) I decided to look him straight in the eye just to try if he will look the other way. After all, I was riding a trike and I don't think he will make a big deal out of it. Plus, I've been wanting to give him a hint that I like him since the day I saw him, but something always held me back. So this time, I decided to give it a try. And so there, I looked him straight in the eye. He seemed to grin, but then as the trike I was in drove past him, I just realized that perhaps the way I looked at him was fierce enough that he could easily misinterpret that I was frowning at him, or that I had a bad day. Blame the trike and the road 'coz it was not an easy ride. I should've smiled. Haha.

Hmm, calling the Quezon City Engineering Department: Please conduct road repairs at _________ Street as soon as possible. Dahil sa baku-bakong daan, nasisira ang diskarte ko. Hahaha. Kiddin'.