Ever wonder how the domino blocks would feel like if they were allowed to have emotions and an ability to speak? Especially when they are arranged to fall with their heads on one’s toe in front of them?
Head first on someone’s feet while one’s head is on yours, sometimes I wonder if karma would be laughing at me at this minute. GoldFish finally hinted that he liked me. He did not literally say it but after a few conversations that involve a lot of his imagination with me in his mental pictures, he admitted he was not really happy that I would leave him one day. Now, you tell me what part of platonic measure does his phrase lay. If I have to lower down my intelligence and pretend that this is all happening between two friends, I wouldn’t know any more indications I should give if I want to go further beyond friends, be it sex or a relationship.
I wouldn’t know any more indications I should give to KiwiMan as well. Maybe not as heavy as GoldFish was feeling for me but I was so tempted to make a move on KiwiMan given it was his second last day in Myanmar. Why does he give me attention and his time of day. A conversation leaned towards me between me and this other Kiwi dude, a pool game where we both nearly won but he blamed it on the girls getting my attention whilst playing and following me and X (yes, the Myanmar Jewish girl in my other blog entries) to an after-pub breakfast at 4am in the morning when he could’ve just gone home.
Both GoldFish and I felt the same confusion about the term ‘platonic’, especially the ‘gay’ talk never got in the way. One of my good friends from Sydney mentioned not to care about the gender preference and I fully agree. However, we do find ourselves quite lost in the whole game when it comes to not knowing how much more you can pace forward between the other guy and you. I have never mentioned about me being gay to GoldFish and I tease him a couple of times but I expect him to know that I’m single, gay and available. Sometimes, I wonder if KiwiMan is doing the same thing as I’m doing to GoldFish.
Like three domino pieces, my head falls on KiwiMan’s feet while GoldFish rests his on mine. At the end of day, three of us mean no harm and worst of all, three of us are never meant to be.
Head first on someone’s feet while one’s head is on yours, sometimes I wonder if karma would be laughing at me at this minute. GoldFish finally hinted that he liked me. He did not literally say it but after a few conversations that involve a lot of his imagination with me in his mental pictures, he admitted he was not really happy that I would leave him one day. Now, you tell me what part of platonic measure does his phrase lay. If I have to lower down my intelligence and pretend that this is all happening between two friends, I wouldn’t know any more indications I should give if I want to go further beyond friends, be it sex or a relationship.
I wouldn’t know any more indications I should give to KiwiMan as well. Maybe not as heavy as GoldFish was feeling for me but I was so tempted to make a move on KiwiMan given it was his second last day in Myanmar. Why does he give me attention and his time of day. A conversation leaned towards me between me and this other Kiwi dude, a pool game where we both nearly won but he blamed it on the girls getting my attention whilst playing and following me and X (yes, the Myanmar Jewish girl in my other blog entries) to an after-pub breakfast at 4am in the morning when he could’ve just gone home.
Both GoldFish and I felt the same confusion about the term ‘platonic’, especially the ‘gay’ talk never got in the way. One of my good friends from Sydney mentioned not to care about the gender preference and I fully agree. However, we do find ourselves quite lost in the whole game when it comes to not knowing how much more you can pace forward between the other guy and you. I have never mentioned about me being gay to GoldFish and I tease him a couple of times but I expect him to know that I’m single, gay and available. Sometimes, I wonder if KiwiMan is doing the same thing as I’m doing to GoldFish.
Like three domino pieces, my head falls on KiwiMan’s feet while GoldFish rests his on mine. At the end of day, three of us mean no harm and worst of all, three of us are never meant to be.
Listening to: Brian McFadden – Mistakes (feat. Delta Goodrem)
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