Status: Boy Toy

"Hey Tristan, I'll pick you up from your apartment in 20 minutes.", he told me over the phone.

"Uhmm yeah, I'll be ready by then."

I lied. I was not ready. I was still in my underwear. I quickly chose a shirt and put on a pair of pants and a sweatshirt. I looked like a college boy. The minutes passed and I heard my phone ring.

"Mr. Tan, there's someone at the front desk for you, may I please send him up?", the concierge asked.

"Yes, thank you.", I replied.

I opened the door and yes, it was him. He looked like he's off to another meeting. Haha. He kissed me on the lips. I was caught by surprise.

"So what do you wanna eat?", he asked.

"I am not the picky eater... you decide.", I replied.

You see, he's vegetarian (no fun!) so steak houses are definitely out. We eventually found ourselves at this nice Thai restaurant. I ordered the nicest curry on the menu. He ordered something else. In between bites, we laughed. He looked at me the way he looked at me then - much like the first time.

"So Tristan, why do you like bad boys?", he asked.

I laughed.

"Because they're fun."

He laughed,

"Well, I'm not a bad boy.. but, I can be..."

"Nah, you're a good guy who's probably way too good for me... even if you tried.", I said.

He laughed.

"Yeah, I guess I am..."

I think he got the point or so I thought. When the bill came, I, of course, expected to pay my share - as I always do. He wouldn't let me. Again. I demanded that I pay. I even put on my "you-have-to-let-me-pay-or-else" look but I think he only thought it was cute. He still refused to hand me the bill.

"Thank you.", I finally said.

He just smiled at me.

"You know what... you'd have to let me pay at some point."

I was really stubborn. This time, he laughed.

"It's not necessary Tristan. I'll take care of it."

"For my own sanity... please?", I said.

"Tristan, you're my boy toy... I'll take care of it."

At that point, I was speechless.