Always Check

I haven't seen my friend J since I left the country - our last get-together was a brief chismisan session in my hotel suite in Ortigas two days before I left. I haven't spoken with him for a couple of months now. Sadly, we have had difficulty catching up on YM, as well. But today, we finally were able to touch base with each other. It was good.

What started with the usual "kamustahan" led to the "emo" moments where he goes on ranting that he's been single since the day we met (versus my four boylets since) and I had to tell him how sad it is to be beautiful, dirty, rich, rich dirty in the U-S of A. And this led to our usual anonymous kiss and tell session where we tell each other the "what, where, when and how" of our sex lives, leaving the "who" behind. Usapang bakla, period.

"Tristan, masakit pala...", he started.

"Ha? Anong masakit? Na-bottom ka?", I asked.

He laughed. I knew it.

"Talandeng ito...", I murmured.

"Masakit pala ang... nine.", he continued.

"Puta ka!", was my initial reply.

I giggled. I could imagine what he went through. You see, J is not a very big boy - he's slim and very "fragile" looking. Our claim to fame is the fact that we can both dance front and center anywhere we go. Makakapal ang mukha namin. He's my yaya - he holds my wallet, cellphone and other stuff for me whenever I make landi in public. He's also my bugaw extraordinaire - good thing we have different tastes in men. He claims he's really good in bed and so do I. Unfortunately, we've never had a common denominator who could tell us who's the better lay.

"Pero alam mo, may tama ka... masakit nga. Ha ha", I continued.

We found ourselves laughing online. I was trying to control myself. I was, after all, in a very "serious" meeting and I was just discreetly typing on my Iphone.

"When was your last sex?", he asked.

Napangiti naman ako and I typed in:

"Saturday."

"May regular fubu ka naman pala eh...", he said as if trying to temper my otherwise increasing level of sadness brought about by homesickness.

I was silent. Malinis ako. No comment na lang.

"So this last one, ano sya?"

"Uhmm Kano...", I replied.

"And..."

"Read my blog! It's there! Ano ka ba!", I castigated him.

We laughed.

"So cut o uncut?", he asked.

I paused. I felt my jaws drop. I was speechless.

"Shit. Good question.", I typed in.

And that was it. I had to step out of the room to let out a hearty laugh. I came back a few minutes later.

"Bakla, cut yata... di ko sure."

I guess the moral of the story is to always check... even before you say grace. Haha.




Blogger's Note: Thanks J for making me laugh - you made my day. I miss you na - I'll be home soon kaya mag-ipon ka na - Bora awaits.