Sunday, April 6, 2008

busy busy week

pressure! its april 6 and i've just put up one post for the month. apologies. even this long weekend is filled with activities.

the main reason for the silence is the limited blogging time. work takes priority always. and when i go home, i hardly have time to open mymac before ex arrives to 'sleep'.

yes, he is still around and yes, we continue NOT to speak a single word. however, he has started moving out some stuff and did not actually spend the night in the condo yesterday. so perhaps ill have more time alone after work to do some blogging.

so im sneaking this post in the middle of a get-together. hehehe. the host has got free wifi, my friend offered his laptop for use so i might as well put in some thoughts.

let me just share something that transpired during a trip to the beach last weekend.

i got invited by an acquaintance to an overnight stay at the beach. this gym buddy of mine was so nice to invite me, though for a moment i was thinking this might be architectural (i.e. drawing lang)

but it wasnt. and i ended up meeting two people ive been seeing in the gym regularly though not exchanging neither a handshake or a smile or a handjob. =)

but the four of us had a great time. we got to know each other so well during the overnight stay.

i must admit that for one of them, there was some sort of chemistry brewing, though i was being just friendly with all of them. i was noting, though, an occasional 'akbay' or 'lambing.' i had to brush it aside as simply part of female bonding.

we all slept on one bed, all four of us. Chemistry beside me (ill call him chemistry). even with the others there, i couldnt help but think that something might actually transpire.

i was having difficulty sleeping. there was a momentary commotion when i felt chemistry wake up for a brief time. and as he tried to get sleep again, he cuddled my arm. hmmmm.

i was lying there on my back stiff as a door nail. he had his arm around my arm. and i felt his free hand start to wander... from my belly to my chest. wow, chemistry was starting to get it on...

soon his hand had found home... and i found heaven. very slowly i faced him and we started some lip action... more lip action but very carefully. we didnt want to wake the others. more lip and hand action till we felt the futility of it all. we didnt want to wake the others by moving too much. so we ended up just cuddling until we unravelled to sleep.

the following day was like nothing happened. though an occasional wink and smile would give it away. that was enough for me. a furtive attempt at getting off, despite the odds!

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

thanks for sharing. :-) furtive it must have been, but you are so gracious about it. Hats off to ! I hope that what is between you and ex finally gets closure. I can't imagine how hard it must be living like that... Good luck on you busy days to come. (pun not intended hahaha)

Dats said...

whoa! thats a great tale! that must be a great vacation trip!!! :)

frondizi said...

very exciting trip cc, di ba bitin? :D

ONAI said...

architectural (i.e. drawing lang)

bwahaha for that; well put, architectural...

but not so bwahahaha

Why does people say that architecture is just plain strokes of line? why not fine arts or animation or caricature. Architecture in itself is the floor you stand on, the roof that shelters you and the high rise that looms over you. That saying, it is more than just mere pencil imprints on paper. It is tangible and without it we are just beasts that sprawl in nature's prairies or jungles. As they say architecture is frozen music. It is as real as anything can get, it is every stone, cement and wood around. With saying that I digress a bit further. As a profession it is not mere a push of a pen, we architects supervise, implement plans and even choose material or the color of the very paint on the wall you will be staring at if you ahd just the time to notice. The beauty of it is from paper you will see it standing there before you, solid, built, livable and usable.

So don't call it architecture for metaphor to imply its just a drawing, call it cartoons.

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wala lang gusto ko lang mag mini blog sa comments, cheers

Anonymous said...

Hot story. Come to think of it, I've never had a gapang experience of my own in a situation where gapang is not expected. Hehehe.

closet case said...

thanks, anonymous one. update. he just moved out FINALLY. some stuff still remain. but what a load of my chest!

it was good while it lasted!! thanks, dats!

bitin kung bitin, chris. pero minsan mas masarap yung nabibitin. hahaha. thanks for dropping by!

onai, i hope i didnt touch a raw nerve there. thanks for this comment cum post! hehe. i must tell you that i admire great architecture. and it is no less an art form than all the rest!

hi vince. so most of your gapangs were totally expected! love it! when i was writing the post, i felt so juvenile. it seemed like something so high school bivouac. hahaha.

Crap Newsman said...

Did these people (except for the furtive one) knew you were gay?

closet case said...

oh yes they knew. we all knew we were gay! thanks borg!

Anonymous said...

the chapter with your ex has formally ended. I cannot help but feel sad because it has a finality to it. But considering the hurt and the continuous discomfort you had to ensure because of his presence, I guess his moving out does give you space to breathe and enjoy just being. I wish you well in reclaiming your home and your person.

joelmcvie said...

First Enigma; now it's Chemistry. What code names you have! What next, Gluteus Maximus? ("Are you not entertained with my butt?! Are you not entertained?!")

closet case said...

thanks, anonymous one. yes the chapter closes. a part of my life goes with it. i remain eternally optimistic that his life will go prosper and will mine, without each other.

i have yet to meet somebody who will earn that nick 'gluteus maximus'? thanks, mcvie!!!