Tuesday, September 28, 2010

F is for Floyds (Part 1)

Meet Floyd A.

I first spotted Floyd A. in a domestic airport, on my flight back to Manila. It was a late Friday afternoon and the flight was delayed. There wasn't much to do in the waiting lounge and then Floyd A. caught my attention. I saw him looking at the photos of the Masskara Festival that were on display. He stood out in the chattering crowd. It wasn't about his height (he was tall at 5'10 or 5'11"); he had this presence that radiates in a mad mob of agitated passengers. He was tall, dark, and goodlooking in his jeans, shirt, and shoes that altogether made him look really well. He was, what most would call, an eye candy.

Finally we boarded our flight and I've forgotten about him already.

At the Manila airport, I would chance upon him again while flagging a cab. As always the case, to get a cab in the airport on a Friday night is a game in itself, a relay of obstacles that range from superbly agile passengers to unreasonable drivers. As if meant to be, we sort of agreed to share a cab so we could go home right away.

Inside the cab, we exchanged stories while stuck in traffic. More importantly, we traded cell phone numbers.

A day after, I would get a text message from him. We would send SMS to each other for about a week, until we decided to meet again. Our meeting place was a dimsum house in Malate. We had noodles and dumplings. After a lot of stories and several innuendoes, we decided to go over to my place (I was staying in a hotel because I had training in the office) and watch PBB. Of course, we just didn't watch PBB. We made love. Yes, I am using the word, "love". It was what seemed to prevail that night, in the four corners of the room. Lots of hugging, kissing, caressing, romancing...the works. ( May shower scene pa nga...LOL)

I was very attracted to Floyd A. He was not only charming but he was smart and personable. He was someone I could call for "real" and not for "trick". But that's as good as it gets for us. He wanted me but couldn't have me. He had a lover already and had a long line of fuckbuddies waiting for their chance with him. Wrong timing, and wrong person too.

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Parang nagplay sa utak ko ang kantang "Somewhere Down The Road." "We had the right love at the wrong time..."

Parang bullshit naman yun. "I want you pero may lover na ko...Ngayon lang kase tayo nagkakilala..." So kasalanan ko pa, ganon? Ang labo di ba? Kung talagang may nararamdaman ka for me, eh bakit di mo matapos relasyon mo sa lover mo at maging tayo? Dapat ganun yon.

Asan na ba si Floyd A.? I saw him on a variety show; he was part of a singing group. He had a string of TV commercial ads too. Sana matino na siya and doesn't play around anymore. Single kaya siya? Nampoocha, ang cute pa rin ng mokong. Hay.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Floyd the vocalist from a quartet? Yeah, he's a cutey. Heard he's super gay now. Sayang. Hehe.