Tristan: Superhuman

"Don't worry.. gwapo ako in person...", you assured me.

I was doubtful, as always, but then again, I needed to move forward.

"Sige, I'll meet you outside the village.", I said.

I walked slowly out of my room. Took the lift. Lit a cigarette and wandered around the village before I went to the meeting place. I was wearing my house clothes. I took out my phone and called you.

"O san ka na?"

"Shangri-la na..."

"Bilisan mo. I'm bored.", I was impatient.

"Oo sandali lang...",you replied.

You texted me again after a few minutes.

"Tris, nakapambahay lang ako ah - sando, shorts and cap."

"Black shirt and cargo shorts", I replied.

I saw you after a few minutes. You were right. You were more handsome in person. You were shorter than I was, lean and your sculptured arms showed the efforts that you have put in your work out. Later on, I would find out that you also had a nice six-pack underneath your shirt. You smiled as you extended your hand.

"Gian, pare..."

"Hi, Tristan...", I extended my hand to meet yours.

"Yeah, gwapo ka nga in person.", I commented.

You laughed.

"So pano?", you asked.

"I live nearby... let's go."

I never thought I'd ever find myself in a situation like this again. It was all too familiar yet why do I feel uncomfortable with the whole thing? What used to be easy now took a whole lot of effort. But, there I was, once again, back at the game.

"Ano nga ulit name mo?", I asked while puffing a cigarette as you took a shower.

"Gian!", you replied.

I laughed.

"Welcome back, asshole.", I said to myself.

This is me now, Tristan: Superhuman.

P.S. Post title is courtesy of the Geek. Thanks friend.