The sound of pulsating music filled the halls. Green laser lights filled the room. Bubbles came to welcome you. Hundreds of dancing home boys arrived to see you. The night was all about you.
You were from another planet; someone beyond my market niche but I still decided to reach out. We met early enough to squeeze dinner before going to the happy place. As we boarded the cab, I asked you.
"Ready ka na ba?"
You nodded and smiled.
"What's there to be afraid of anyway", I asked myself.
I really can't think of anything to be scared of except the inevitable for newbies like you - falling prey to the hundreds of predators at home. I was quite concerned for your well-being, you were after all a prime catch for the early morning snakes. But this was what you wanted and I, I promised.
I was right. The moment we stepped in, eyes looked at you sending signals of lust. You just smiled and pretended not to notice. I toured you around the place showing you how to move around. I showed the magical washroom with urinals that allowed other people to catch a glimpse of your jewels. I introduced you to some of the regulars. I presented you the performers. I told you everything you needed to know to survive. All except one.
"Welcome to Bed!", I greeted you.
You smiled. I looked at you one more time.
"This kid's got the goods...", I whispered.
I dragged you and a friend to where the party was. I felt you were already ready to mingle and I, I was ready to let go. I took the stage, my usual spot, and danced. Every beat reminded me of the last time I was in this place. I was drunk then and barely able to recall what exactly happened. Each bubble burst was dedicated to me and my reality. The laser lights could have killed me on stage if I were any weaker. But I digress.
I was gyrating to a familiar tune when I finally saw you before me. I extended my hand, smiled, and asked that you join me onstage. You hesitated for a while, smiled and then finally took the first step. As I guided you on, people began to notice. I was right again - the moment you hit the stage, you will be the object of everyone's lusts. You started to wiggle. As if on cue, the first predator approached you from behind.
I started loosening up. I looked at you and the predator - progressing as expected. I whispered a silent prayer for you. I needed to be sure that you would have fun so I stepped off the stage and tried not to look back.
The sound of pulsating music filled the halls. Green laser lights filled the room. Bubbles came to welcome you. From where I was now standing, I looked your way - shirt off, a public kiss and a blossoming bed romance.
"Another promise fulfilled, mission accomplished.", I whispered.
I twisted the cap off my bottled water signaling the end of my night. As I walked out of the hallowed halls of Bed, I remembered the one thing that I failed to mention to you earlier - never fall in love in Bed.
"Welcome home kid.", I whispered.
I then took a deep breathe and murmured another silent prayer, this time for me.
"When will I ever learn?", I snickered.
Blogger's Note: The kid asked to be left behind. I just hope he gets home safely.
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you made BED sound so exciting. never been there.
ninang? ;-)
its the daddy tristan being the mentor he is hahaha. i do hope the kid's still breathing by now.
oh well...
I've had several similar experiences, not in the "interiored" lushly over or purposely under-decorated clubs of Malate, but in the interiors of banana plantations, in solitary huts in the middle of a vegetable plantation, and in rice fields during summer when the mud dries over.
Mine were not introductions. They were initiations.
My fate is to be a magnet for late bloomers, and my bane the reputation (probably undeserved) of having advanced "sensuality." Probably because I sneaked (straight) porn mags to school in Grade 4.
Oh, and in the initiations I was always the third party. Looking out for unwelcome company while the neophyte made out with whoever it was.
Rice fields are not nice places to be alone in, so no one ever asked to be left behind.
@eye spy well, do you need a ninong?
@MkSurf8 ninong naman... :P
@Herbs D. He's a live, thankfully.
@ArchieMD and JAG :)
@Anonimous I almost cried when I saw a link when I hovered over your name. I was titillated by your first entry. *wink*
malate's not really my scene so i can't really relate. like everyone else, i hope the kid's alright.
After fifteen years of internetting (why is there a dotted red line under that word? if netting is a verb, so should internetting be)... I'm finally resigned to the power of social networking.
We were here in the FTP and gopher days pre-WWW when the only resource available was the US Library of Congress. I was so happy at that time that I thought... this is it... I can die now.
I was so wrong.
Thank you Tristan for welcoming me. And thank you BITC (is this pronounced beets as in the russian salad ingredient?) for hooking me enough to keep me coming back. And like the curious boy I am, I clicked and clicked and one thing led to another blog.
Tristan, favor. Can you please thank BITC for me when you see him? If I keep stalk-blogging on other people's blogs my blog will die a natural death.
Of course I'll write BITC a thank you note one of these days. But he hasn't been posting lately.
i think sobrang pasalamat sau ng batang iyon.. hehehe!
@CB Ganun ata talaga. :)
@Anonimous of course, I will tell the BITCH. :)
@Jaycee_08 Kelangan paluin ng batang yun para magtino. Hay naku.
parang kilala ko yun batang yun ah! :D
Tristan, why did you left him alone? Usapan natin you won't leave him (if siya nga yun.) hehe :D
@tristan
mukhang nag-enjoy ang bata kaya for sure mag-aaya yun. gudluck na lang sa kanya.ok lang pabayaan mo siya para masanay na.
@rubypurple
hehehe.. mukhang kilala ko din yung bata na yun.. kamusta kana po?
@jaycee_08 ang batang yun ay lalaking talande! LOL. balita ko nga buhat ng buhat para mas maganda ang dating pag naghubad. LOL. :P
@rubypurple aba kilala mo nga! nagpaiwan eh! :) pero natuwa naman ako at buhay pa. :)
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