Sexy Back

It was already quarter past three when I got to the bus terminal. With me, an overnight bag filled with a couple of shirts and personal effects, and an obligation. I hurriedly paid my cabbie and got on the bus - it was almost ready to leave. Inside, I saw strangers sitting side by side, some anxiously waiting for the bus to depart while others already dozing off. On the third row on my right, I saw you.

You wore a red tight-fitted polo shirt which showed off your tanned and sculptured body. Perfect biceps and triceps - really strong-looking arms, my personal weakness. You looked at me as I struggled to get pass the lady selling water and the guy with a basket of oranges. You had deep dark set eyes and a nose that was perfectly pointed. You looked like an Indian if I think about it but your built was so Filipino. Lalaking lalaki. I looked at you back and smiled. But there was one problem, someone was sitting beside you.

I accepted my fate; I was resigned to the fact that I would not get to know you today. I sighed and made my way to a vacant seat several rows behind you. You moved closer to the window making enough space for one more person in between. I decided to squeeze in and take the seat next to you.

"Sakto...", I thought.

From where I was sitting, I could feel your strong arms rubbing against mine. I tried to casually look to my left to check you out. I saw you looking at me. I looked away in panic. I decided to distract myself by checking my phone. When I looked you again, our eyes finally met. All I could muster was a shy, "hi...". You responded with a nod and a smile.

"Mark, pare...", you introduced yourself.

"Uhuh... another one...", I thought.

"Tristan..", I replied.

Silence. We were both waiting for the next question. You asked me where I am going. I told you I was going home. You asked me where I lived. I replied. You told me you live close. I fell silent once more. On regular days, I would be more than willing to engage in situations such as this but today I was really not in the mood to flirt anyone. Then I realized, I am only human. I knew what was going to happen next: I saw you fix your things and take out your phone.

"See, tama ako...", I whispered.

"Number mo?", you asked.

I gave it to you. You saved my number and typed in a message. I felt my phone vibrate. I nodded. You understood. It was the start of a series of Q&As that we discreetly phrased. We did not really want people to think that we just met on the bus (even if we did). Before we hit the expressway, you asked:

"Ano gimik mo last night?"

I smiled for I knew where the convesation was going. I replied, quite virginally, that I just stayed home. You refused to believe me. I laughed. You then told me that you had a long night followed by a naughty smile. I smiled back and whispered something in your ear. You laughed and whispered something back. I shook my head and typed in a message which you read on your phone. You replied. We both found ourselves laughing. So what were the messages?

Me (whispering): Kaya matulog ka na!

You (whispering): Ikaw din.

Me (on text): I rarely sleep with someone on the first date.

You (on text): There's always an exception.

Blogger's Note: Mark and I slept together on our first date. His head leaning forward, mine against the bus seat. It felt weird that we found comfort in sleeping together this early. Now, I feel so dirty (imagine shower scene of a rape victim). We agreed to sleep together again soon, probably tomorrow on our way back.

Oh and of course, a song:

SexyBack - Justin Timberlake