Back In Malate: One Night Out

I was browsing one of the few surviving journals I have and found the following entry scribbled almost a year ago (dated August 30th): I went to O-Bar in Malate last Saturday with a new friend named JM. I met him through BBM and he’s from Marilao, Bulacan. O-Bar looks tidy but it is by far the smallest bar I’ve ever been to, smaller than Bed, which is also located in Malate. Their ledge dancers are all hot and sexy, and they made me feel like going to the gym again simply by looking at their toned bods. I got tipsy a little after two bottles of beer and was swallowed by the crowd whose faces looked all blurry to me. JM and I danced the night away with our cocktail drinks spilling all over. I kind of wonder how we were really able to dance as every movement one could make would certainly create a commotion like a domino effect. Or I guess that’s just the core reason why everyone’s dancing or moving.

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When JM went away to pee, someone took over his place. This guy didn’t even know he burned my arm with his cigarette, and just assertively kissed me on the lips. I am definitely not the Mr. Buzzy Pants kind of guy so I kissed him back and enjoyed it for a moment. It was that very moment JM caught when he came back so he got a little jealous or whatever and stepped out of the bar. I followed him out and we decided to kiss and make up by spending the night in some cheap motel named Sogo. That was the fifth time that I checked in a motel for sex. And did I say sex? It was one of the best sex experiences I had in years. He was excellent (in French accent) in bed and I wouldn’t mind doing it again with him. Sadly though, I don’t want anything more than just sex with him. He is good-looking and all but his girlish-like, argumentative attitude was a little off the track. It was proven discomforting when he argued with the cab driver over unfair meters and cab policies the morning after.