Forgive Me

I met someone today. He is in his early forties but his body is well maintained - lean and mean. I was immediately drawn to his bubble butt and his nice smile. I looked at him as he approached my apartment building's main entrance. I was smoking.

He sized me up. I did too. Nothing verbal was exchanged - just discreet glances which, in our world, is the equivalent of a 30-minute sex talk. He pulled the door and went in. I continued smoking.

Then a phone call.

"Mr. Tristan Tan, this is your Concierge. Someone's waiting for you at the reception area."

"Oh. Okay, I'll be there in a bit.", I replied.

I took two more puffs and threw what remained of the cigarette to the nearest bin. I felt the cool summer breeze touch my skin. It was good. I took a deep breath and opened the main door of the apartment building.

I saw him standing in front of the Concierge. He extended his hand and smiled.

"Hi... are you Tristan?"

I felt cold.

"Oh no...", I whispered.

I extended my hand to meet his. He had a firm grip.

"Hi, I'm Tristan..."

"Hi Tristan, my name's Romeo... "

I looked at him in the eyes, smiled and pretended that what happened earlier did not happen.

"Father, let's wait for my friends before we start the house blessing, I hope it's okay.", I finally said.

"No problem Tristan... I can stay until 10 pm", he replied.

And just like that, my ultra virginal status was reaffirmed.

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned.", I whispered.

Blogger's Note: I just had my apartment blessed to ward off bad vibes. I never expected to meet a priest, and if I may be excused, whom I find quite doable. There were several instances when insinuations (of something beyond our "official" functions) were made and the fact that this happened still makes me cringe. Is this a test?