This is Really is It

"Tristan, are you home?", he asked.

"Yeah, I am.", I typed in.

"Mind if I drop by?"

"Oh, where's your girl?", I asked.

"She's here. Told her I'd just go get something from the car.", he explained.

So I cleaned up. Then I cleaned up. A few minutes later, he was at my door... smiling.

"Hey, how's it going?", he asked.

"Nice to see you again."

"You want anything to drink?", I asked.

"No, nothing. Just wanted to see you.", he replied.

And that made me blush... and boy, did I blush. I led him to the couch. And so we talked. And we talked some more. There was a whole lot of talking. And a whole lot of smiling.

"Do you wanna walk with me to the car?", he asked.

"Yeah sure... lemme just put on some pants.", I said as I quickly went to the room to get dressed. Blogger's Note: Was just wearing boxers. Grins.

And so we walked to the car. And we continued to talk. And we smiled. And we flirted.

"So I'd see you again soon, right?", he asked.

I just nodded.

"Damn, he's cute.", I whispered.

"What was so complicated about this again?", I asked myself.

We parted ways on the lift. When I got back to my apartment (after sashaying to a friend's apartment first for an hour or so), I checked my laptop. And there it was, several messages from him.

"Next time we meet, we will play, okay?", he typed in.

"We will meet again, right?", he asked when he did not get a response after thirty minutes.

"Do you still want to meet me again?", his last message after waiting for an hour.

I giggled.

"Ang ganda ko, shet.", I whispered.

And I typed in.

"Of course."