Quickie Update

I went back to that ‘hair salon’ in Malabon today to have a new hair style, cut and color … and to somehow meet my ASO (also known as My Buddy). It was raining and all but I was still able to sneak through the perilous EDSA (a national road in the Philippines) and through the gloomy roads of Malabon to reach that place. But what happened at the end of the day was something I don’t really feel like talking about. But I also feel like I have to let this unpleasant feeling go. So let me continue the story…

The Cab Driver: Once I got into the cab and saw the taxi driver, I thought he was Sonny Belmonte (the mayor of Quezon City). I know that’s a foolish idea but I am not exaggerating. He really looks like the honorable mayor. I even checked if there are cameras set up around to see if I was being spoofed or something to that effect. But the driver started talking endlessly … and so I was able to point out that he couldn’t be Sonny Belmonte. He started talking against the status quo and ignored the idea that the country is making headways. I can’t blame him, of course. I simply stayed hushed and laughed at my own crazy idea. Belmonte, of course, will not disguise as a taxi driver and will have nothing but praises to the government. The crazy idea remained one.

The Hair Stylist: Of course, to balance the scale, I have the hair stylist, a huge loyalist and a huge talker. He stopped watching the pirated DVD copy of Sakal, Sakali, Saklolo when I came in and switched it over to Studio 23’s sports car racing show while he started to give me a trim. He also picked some colors for my hair, pointing to those shades that could’ve made me look like one of the Simpsons. Finally, we agreed to one color and, in fairness, he was only an inch away of making me feel like Bart Simpson. While we were waiting for the color to dry up, he initiated some indecent proposals. He bluntly told me that he likes me because he preferred someone who is not really gorgeous but legally chic. (It ain’t a smear, is it?) He also tried to make a tease by touching my hands, elbows, cheeks, tummy … and even my belt and the trousers. But I don’t play around. Not anymore. He eventually sensed no hope. But this guy is simply not a quitter. He turned the DVD back on and ... Guess what ... He played some Bel Ami porn videos. I couldn’t imagine what could’ve happened next, but customers started to pour in and I left the salon as soon as I got my hair rinsed and paid my due.

The Chosen One: I don’t have any cell phone with me, but I still took the chance to wait for ASO in their house. I waited for almost 6 hours for him (including the time spent in the salon) but apparently, he forgot about the talk we had last night. He didn’t show up, so I just decided to end the day and went home. Once I got here, I receive a call from him, but he only started to tell tales about work and other stuffs. Though he started apologizing, I still feel like it’s something I don’t need from anybody today. I easily forgive, but something that wrong should not be done in the first place. No one should be apologizing at the end of the day.

I spent half of the day working over the phone, hearing different stories of customers from the United States and Canada. I spent a quarter on the road, hearing a taxi driver’s distress. I spent a quarter in a salon, hearing stories of illusions and hyperboles from a desperate gay guy. I spent a fraction of it on the phone, this time, hearing a special someone’s excitement and sweet nothings. But BIG THANKS to Simply Manila. At least, I’m the one who’s talking sharing right now.