Stylish

I was out with a friend earlier today when we found ourselves at a local shirt store - the one where gay guys go to buy overpriced, almost-transluscent but, "fashionable" shirts from gorgeous gay guys wearing extremely tight pants. The view in that store alone was already worth the trip.

Inside the store, there were at least three gorgeous male attendants. One was at the counter, two on the floor. Sadly, a lady attendant approached us first. Ok na din. She then helped me pick out some shirts to try on. I decided to go for three shirts: yellow, aqua and salmon. As I was on my way to the fitting room, I couldn't help but notice the guy behind the counter. He was as tall as I was with very manly features. His pants were so tight that I really liked the view from where I standing. He looked like someone I'd go for in an instant. Almost.

I fitted the shirts but they did not feel right on my gorgeous sexy body so I told the attendant that I was not getting them. She was just to happy to help me out since she has been laughing her guts out ever since I arrived in the store. I think I have this uncanny ability to crack sales ladies up. Ugh. We continued with the charade while we waited for my friend to finish trying on a conservative black and a blue striped shirt.

I scouted the store for my eye candy. I focused my attention on the cute guy at the counter. I smiled and he smiled back.

"Sir, wala ka nagustuhan?"

"Wala eh, maganda lang sa display, bakat ang nipples ko pag suot ko.", I replied.

He laughed. It was then when the other guy came over and started chatting up my counter boy. At dahil chismoso ako, I listened while they conversed.

"Sir, may nagpunta dito kanina stylist daw ni Regine...", floor attendant said.

"Ah talaga? So "stylish" ni Regine?", it was my cute counter boy.

I almost choked. Benefit of the doubt: nabingi lang ako. But, I was wrong.

"Hindi sir, stylist."

"Ha? s-t-y-l-i-s-h?", counter guy asked.

Gusto kong tumambling. I wanted to butt in but, I stopped myself. I continued to listen.

"Stylist. i-s-t... parang "specialist" lang", the floor attendant explained.

"So hindi "stylish"..."

"Iba yun, tao yun pag "stylish"... yung kanina "stylist"."

It was a really long and painful conversation. It was at that moment when my friend came out of the dressing room. He saw me trying to control myself from laughing.

"Tristan, ok ka lang?"

"Ah yeah... I'm good... mamaya na...", I replied.

When we left the store, I saw B, from the salon I used to go to. He was just too happy to see me. I was too. I told him that I'm gonna see him in the next few days to have my hair cut.

"Tristan, sino yun, kilala mo?", my friend asked.

"Ah yeah, hair stylish ko."

Haha. Ansama ko, I swear.