Not Again?

My legs were already hurting from more than three hours of walking around the campus. I was already bored and smoke-free. I had to excuse myself. I looked around for a suitable place to smoke. That was when I saw you.

You were around 5'8ish, wearing a blue Ralph Lauren polo shirt (looks Hong Kong to me), lean built, chinky-eyed, smooth and your hair falls just above your eyebrows. You had a perfect nose, the one that highlights your features. You were going for that rich chinito boy look. And I, I was wearing my Jollibee-inspired shirt from uhmm, nevermind. Our eyes locked for a couple of seconds. You smiled. I smiled back.

I found my way walking pass you and your friends. I had my Frost in hand and my Cricket in my pocket. I decided that the best spot to smoke was beyond the parking lot just in front of the building. I never expected that you would follow.

"Hi, tagal ng graduation ano?", you tried to make conversation.

"Oo nga eh... sakit na paa ko..", I tried to be cute while lighting a stick.

"Nagyoyosi ka pala...", you commented

I nodded.

"He's just making conversation Tristan.", I assured myself.

"So taga san ka?", you asked.

"Uhm sa may Ortigas pero my family lives near here.", I replied.

"Ah ako I work in Ortigas din. ", you replied.

"So sino nag-graduate senyo?", you asked.

"My sister..."

"Ako din kapatid ko... pero barkada ko mga kasama ko" you said.

I was already comfortable until you asked

"May number ka ba tol?"

"Ay saka ano nga pala name mo?"

"Tristan...", I replied.

"Ako si Josh."

I looked at you for a moment. Those chinky eyes were really so nice. Your lips were so pink. I took a deep breathe but before I could say anything, I heard you say...

"Ganito na lang, here's my number 0917-8..."

"Text mo na lang ako...",

I was dumbfounded. All I remember was that I took out my phone and started typing in your number. I never bothered to give you mine. I was caught unprepared. Oh and then I also noticed that you're on a Globe plan as well. Good.

"Tristan, balik na ko dun baka hinahanap na ko..."

"Sure...", I said smiling.

"Text ka ha...", you said as you walked away.

I took one final puff and threw the butt at the nearest trash bin. I was still in shock.

"What just happened?", I asked myself.

As I lit another cigarette, I wondered.

"Was that another joke?"

P.S. I have not texted Josh. Maybe, in time, I will. But right now, I am still jaded.