That Boy

I used to have very little hope when it comes to the 'scene' in Burma and I'm talking about my kinda scene, you know, the one where the same gender finds it amusing to make out in public type. So, with no hope at all, I was quite reluctant when it comes to guys here. No matter how hot they are, I refuse to even wonder if they could be lured into homosexuality, let alone think they're gays.

Friday night... a night when people go out to have fun after five days of work and that's the kind of life I've always wished for because for once I just want to look forward to the weekends. Back in Sydney, my weekdays were normally procrastination and uni work where weekends are for work. So, I end up with five days of no motivations and two days of hard work and hard partying, which would then loop to yet another week of five days of no motivations.

Steve, his wife, the designer and I went to Sedona once again. This time round, I do trust the designer, given Steve's wife seems to be ok with her. I mean, I love this chick. She's just awesome and fun but I have a bit of a doubt in her only because she was a bit of M's groupies. I did talk to her later on about it and I told her what I want and what I don't want. I said I only wanna have fun with friends here and I would avoid anything that would lead me to anything that involves a 'he said' 'she said'. So, I made it pretty clear that I do trust her now and I could actually have fun with her and hang out.

Now, back in Sydney, only two types of gay guys go me in clubs; old perverts or low esteemed people. Now, being someone who judge anyone on looks and personality, it would totally tear me to shreds when even a good looking guy seems so loose in the head. I wouldn't even get turned on in bed if I ever find a hot guy stupid or just fucked up. So, it's just useless to go to clubs or pubs to 'get to know' people. It DOES happen once a while but it's always the second best of third best good looking of the crowd.

Knowing Steve's wife and the designer are a big fan of my gaiety, I know they would do ANYTHING to hook me up even if it involves making stories up to make whatever the reality is seems a bit too good. So, this cute guy was there in Sedona. He played pool and apparently, he was staring at me the whole time. And yes he was gay because he came with three other guys, where one of them was an acquaintance of the designer who's gay. I did spot him but I just stole a glance, knowing I rather get rejected in Sydney than in Burma by a hot guy. Thirty minutes later, he came to our side of the pub with a Thai gay boy.

I have to say of all the tricks I've heard and seen, this Thai dude has the best. He spotted Steve, my British friend. Now, when you go to a white guy and say 'Hey I know you' in an Asian country, I'm sure the white guy would be very interested how he would know this Asian guy. There would hopefully be a conversation but there'll ALWAYS be a hand shake. So, the Thai boy shook Steve's hands and then introduced him to the cute guy and this resulted as both of them shaking the hands of all of us. Then, Steve's wife and the designer started getting overly excited on how this cute guy likes me. I was like 'meh... can't be'.

Now, I saw the cute guy wandering around my radius and I chose to believe it was just by co-incidence. So, I just didn't take a good look at what he was doing but when I asked the designer later, he was walking to and fro from a distance checking me out. The designer gesticulated him to come to our place and made him sit near me. He raised his alcohol glass to do the whole toast thing. I was empty handed and then, the spark started.

He looked at me, smiled and offered his drink to me. Now, in front of me was this cute Burmese guy with a dimple on his right cheek smiling his ass off and politely offering me his drink. So, that was impression number one. I guess I was IN the game. So, fearing he would play the whole hard to get game, I just stayed normal and started talking to him about stuffs. Then, one of the Filipino chicks who were singing came to our table and talked to him in English and he seems pretty good with it. Impression number two, knowing I'm not gonna sound like an idiot, given my Burmese vocabulary is quite limited. Impression number three was when I noticed he stayed as close as he could to me when people took pics of us.

Yes, the night was going well until I noticed I didn't ask for his number before I left. Now, this wasn't because I was out of my head. This was because I just don't want to start anything or hurt anyone while I'm here. I know for a fact that I'll be for only a short while and playing around with a cute guy who totally digs me is not the top priority on my list. Now that I think of it, I could've just be honest and told him that I'll be here for a couple of months. But the doofus in me totally did not ask for his number. So, hoping I would see him next week same time same place, this happy gay boy looks forward to seeing this cute boy again.