Friday the 13th has a lot of effect in me throughout my lifetime. I used to make a big deal out of it for the sake of attention and wanting to be an interesting individual. Then, I began to find a lot of annoying people who were just huge try-hards claiming how Friday the 13th is a lucky day for them. “Oooh look at me I am so cool right now because I am thinking the day Jason would be slashing my throat if I were in a horror movie to be the luckiest day for me”. Yeah, fuck that!
Work was a bit harsh though productive, with endless things for me to do and also a presentation to prepare for the 18th of August workshop. Not to forget the fact that JajaMan wanted all of us to come to work tomorrow, which was a Saturday of my second week of work at UNHabitat.
The theme was so called blue at 50 street and I was so pleased to see ConfusedHotty, the dude I find quite attractive and really fun to flirt with, the dude who I would like to find out whether he’s gay or not and the dude I thought was Jewish. Maltesers was dressed in a ball skirt and I have to say she pulls it off very well but that was no surprise since she always turns out to be the hotty who always gets picked up. For a Friday evening, 50 street was jam packed with a lot of people and it turned out to be African night.
Now, here’s a thing about Maltesers and me. We just happened to have the SAME taste. Both turned out liking ConfusedHotty, which made ConfusedHotty more of a person who has no idea whether he likes vagina or cock. Not that I want to sleep with him but I find a huge great comfort in being touchy and all friendly with him. Now, where do you see a straight guy getting drinks from a gay man while the gay man pour cocktail into his mouth and he just stands there and drinks from what the gay man is pouring without using his hand. It was at first quite annoying how Maltesers can be a bit of a flirt with ConfusedHotty and since I hate competition and since I do HAVE a boyfriend, I just left those two alone. Then, it got a bit more annoying when Maltesers whinged about how she was missing CS and how ConfusedHotty won’t do for her. My question is “Why flirt in the first place?”.
My feeling of being annoyed at Maltesers turned to a huge concern and love when she started getting drunk and started to flip her eyes into a thin narrow frown, the type that one would look when taken a photograph halfway through closing or opening his/her eyes without being told it’s taken. My sis-like friend was drunk and there was nothing I could do but to save her from getting embarrassed. I find it quite cute that she ACTUALLY staggered while standing still, given she could walk like a supermodel as if she didn’t have any alcohol.
The Italian wannabe, Mr Bello (sorry), offered us a ride. Us being ConfusedHotty, Maltesers, Vchick and me. ConfusedHotty and I were sitting at the back of this pick up like truck while Maltesers and the other two were sitting in front. We tried to go to YGN bar but it was close. Now, before we got to YGN bar, I had one of the best convos with ConfusedHotty.
As it turned out obviously, ConfusedHotty is so not gay. I was happy since that kinda stopped me from being curious and I felt more comfortable that he was just being over-friendly and not misleading me and making it hard for me to ignore his hot face and touchiness. I just hate it when ‘not out of the closet’ gay men play games just to have the best of the attention from me. But as it turned out, ConfusedHotty is just another version of me.
Both of us are quite ok during parties but we both love the serenity and peace of expats at a party of better intimacy. I mean things like movie nights or housewarming would make us both happier than a drunken night at 50 streets, where the whole place could be seen as this huge mass of incestuous swinger club. Despite the fact that both ConfusedHotty and PukeBag are not my best of friends, I would hang out with them any day. They’re just so comfortable and their personalities remind me of BigSis and it’s been a while since I have mature cool people around me since she left. Conversation with ConfusedHotty was nice at the back of the pick-up car. Obviously, he did mention about how he knew/noticed how drunk Maltesers was but fearing people would judge my friend wrong, I told him that it was cute to see her so drunk and just glad that she was having fun. Maybe that way, he won’t judge her by her actions for this night.
Now, Maltesers drunk level got worse when we got to YGN bar and it turned out worse when Bello started making out with Vchick. Both Maltesers and I knew how Vchick is seeing PlasticBernard, our close friend, and it was a bit weird to see her make out with Bello. My first impression was fuck no but as they say, drunk people tend to articulate more than normal people, Maltesers shouted out “LAME” and several weird remarks at those two for making out. I was half happy she did but then I guess it’s just her life and no matter how much I wanted to tell PlasticBernard or get involved in between, I guess every story has its own plot. As much as I know in my heart it would take me A LOT of effort (maybe Kellan Lutz in person right in front of me) to cheat on Booman, I wouldn’t like to be looked upon by a friend or even worse, taken care of by a friend, when I think I can be mature enough to handle things on my own. However, the funny side to this story was how it does not really worry me about Vchick and Bello hearing Maltesers’ remarks, given both of them are pretty ‘not that good’ when it comes to speaking in English. I kinda was let down by Vchick but hey, it’s her life and she is my friend so I didn’t bother.
We went to Café Libre afterwards and ConfusedHotty and I ended up talking. I guess that would be the highlight of my night. Not because I was talking to this hot guy, but because it was a good conversation and we cleared the air about where we stand. He is just a very nice friend.
Work was a bit harsh though productive, with endless things for me to do and also a presentation to prepare for the 18th of August workshop. Not to forget the fact that JajaMan wanted all of us to come to work tomorrow, which was a Saturday of my second week of work at UNHabitat.
The theme was so called blue at 50 street and I was so pleased to see ConfusedHotty, the dude I find quite attractive and really fun to flirt with, the dude who I would like to find out whether he’s gay or not and the dude I thought was Jewish. Maltesers was dressed in a ball skirt and I have to say she pulls it off very well but that was no surprise since she always turns out to be the hotty who always gets picked up. For a Friday evening, 50 street was jam packed with a lot of people and it turned out to be African night.
Now, here’s a thing about Maltesers and me. We just happened to have the SAME taste. Both turned out liking ConfusedHotty, which made ConfusedHotty more of a person who has no idea whether he likes vagina or cock. Not that I want to sleep with him but I find a huge great comfort in being touchy and all friendly with him. Now, where do you see a straight guy getting drinks from a gay man while the gay man pour cocktail into his mouth and he just stands there and drinks from what the gay man is pouring without using his hand. It was at first quite annoying how Maltesers can be a bit of a flirt with ConfusedHotty and since I hate competition and since I do HAVE a boyfriend, I just left those two alone. Then, it got a bit more annoying when Maltesers whinged about how she was missing CS and how ConfusedHotty won’t do for her. My question is “Why flirt in the first place?”.
My feeling of being annoyed at Maltesers turned to a huge concern and love when she started getting drunk and started to flip her eyes into a thin narrow frown, the type that one would look when taken a photograph halfway through closing or opening his/her eyes without being told it’s taken. My sis-like friend was drunk and there was nothing I could do but to save her from getting embarrassed. I find it quite cute that she ACTUALLY staggered while standing still, given she could walk like a supermodel as if she didn’t have any alcohol.
The Italian wannabe, Mr Bello (sorry), offered us a ride. Us being ConfusedHotty, Maltesers, Vchick and me. ConfusedHotty and I were sitting at the back of this pick up like truck while Maltesers and the other two were sitting in front. We tried to go to YGN bar but it was close. Now, before we got to YGN bar, I had one of the best convos with ConfusedHotty.
As it turned out obviously, ConfusedHotty is so not gay. I was happy since that kinda stopped me from being curious and I felt more comfortable that he was just being over-friendly and not misleading me and making it hard for me to ignore his hot face and touchiness. I just hate it when ‘not out of the closet’ gay men play games just to have the best of the attention from me. But as it turned out, ConfusedHotty is just another version of me.
Both of us are quite ok during parties but we both love the serenity and peace of expats at a party of better intimacy. I mean things like movie nights or housewarming would make us both happier than a drunken night at 50 streets, where the whole place could be seen as this huge mass of incestuous swinger club. Despite the fact that both ConfusedHotty and PukeBag are not my best of friends, I would hang out with them any day. They’re just so comfortable and their personalities remind me of BigSis and it’s been a while since I have mature cool people around me since she left. Conversation with ConfusedHotty was nice at the back of the pick-up car. Obviously, he did mention about how he knew/noticed how drunk Maltesers was but fearing people would judge my friend wrong, I told him that it was cute to see her so drunk and just glad that she was having fun. Maybe that way, he won’t judge her by her actions for this night.
Now, Maltesers drunk level got worse when we got to YGN bar and it turned out worse when Bello started making out with Vchick. Both Maltesers and I knew how Vchick is seeing PlasticBernard, our close friend, and it was a bit weird to see her make out with Bello. My first impression was fuck no but as they say, drunk people tend to articulate more than normal people, Maltesers shouted out “LAME” and several weird remarks at those two for making out. I was half happy she did but then I guess it’s just her life and no matter how much I wanted to tell PlasticBernard or get involved in between, I guess every story has its own plot. As much as I know in my heart it would take me A LOT of effort (maybe Kellan Lutz in person right in front of me) to cheat on Booman, I wouldn’t like to be looked upon by a friend or even worse, taken care of by a friend, when I think I can be mature enough to handle things on my own. However, the funny side to this story was how it does not really worry me about Vchick and Bello hearing Maltesers’ remarks, given both of them are pretty ‘not that good’ when it comes to speaking in English. I kinda was let down by Vchick but hey, it’s her life and she is my friend so I didn’t bother.
We went to Café Libre afterwards and ConfusedHotty and I ended up talking. I guess that would be the highlight of my night. Not because I was talking to this hot guy, but because it was a good conversation and we cleared the air about where we stand. He is just a very nice friend.
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