...Rays of Hope...

I was in a meeting earlier today. Anyway, over lunch, some of our superiors who were in that meeting discussed some issues which incidentally touched on the sexuality of one of their contemporaries. I was beaming with hope inside because some of them were very okay with it. They were saying there is nothing wrong with being gay or with a man having sex with another man. Unfortunately I did not hear my boss or my colleagues say anything for or against it at all, so maybe perhaps it is not yet time for me to tell them I'm gay when they bug me again with the question, "Do you have a girlfriend?" or some other similar remarks. Nevertheless, it really was a relief that at least I know now that there are some people in our organization who are very open-minded about it. I just hope nobody noticed how happy I was upon hearing those non-homophobic remarks. :D

What's with Elevators with Mirror Walls?

Yesterday morning, as I was waiting at the elevator lobby (by the way, there was a cute guy there--hehe), two elevators opened at almost the same time. The first to open was the service elevator. All of us would have been accommodated. But this girl who was with the cute guy wanted to use the other elevator. When the cute guy asked why she doesn't want to ride the service elevator, all she said was: "Walang salamin diyan! (There's no mirror there!)" And then I told myself, "This girl is too choosy for wanting an elevator with mirror walls. And because of that, I was not able to ride the elevator with the cute guy! Hmp! (I was already inside the service elevator when I learned that they would use the other one. LOL)" What's so important with being in an elevator with mirror walls? It freaks me out because I feel so exposed (Haha, feeling...). Later that day, I found a good reason to want to ride an elevator with mirrors. Wanna know why?

As my colleagues and I went to the 4th level parking to buy lunch, I stayed near the elevator control panel. Then as the elevator stopped and opened by a floor, two cute guys came in. And they went straight to a corner where I can see their reflections from where I was. Oh, it was such a lovely sight. I had a good look at one of them, and he was my kind of guy: skinhead, fair-skinned, and so masculine. Haha. His pink shirt added to his good looks. While I had no idea whether or not he is gay (although he also glanced at me for a few times), at least I was able to savor every moment that I was looking at him through the elevator's mirror walls.

P.S.
Remember the first cute guy I mentioned at the beginning of this post? I saw him again this morning and we rode the same elevator. He went off at the 9th floor. Hmm... now I know. Problem is, I don't have the courage to tell him I like him in case I see him again. And I couldn't tell if he's gay or straight. (sigh)