Biker Boy

I thought I had already forgotten how to play the game. But it seems that we never unlearn these things, much like biking. Such is the case with Ben, my biker boy.

"San ka pala grad?", you asked.

"Ahh sa _ _ _ _", I replied.

"Uy, madami sex dun ah?"

"Ha? Well not when I was there... wholesome ako eh...", I explained.

"Baka naman whoresome..."

"Gago, conservative ako..."

"Sige na nga, I believe you..."

"Yeah right...", I muttered.

And the conversation went on.

"Uy pansin mo sa steam room, yung guy sa dulo tumitingin sa yo..."

"So tinitingnan mo ko?", I laughed.

"Uhmm... parang ganun na nga..."

"Ay may ganun?", I whispered.

"Manyak!", I replied.

And more recently.

"Good morning!", you greeted like you always did.

"Uhm, hi... ;)", I replied.

"Kamusta na?"

"I'm okay...", I texted back.

And then, just when I least expected.

"I miss you..."

I almost fell off my chair.

"Now where did that come from?"