Mr. Right

Getting stared at does nothing for me, except maybe make me feel mildly uncomfortable. Like maybe there’s a used tissue sticking behind my shorts or something. Or a nasty snot hanging, or just peeking around my left nostril, or whatever, just something embarassing but not necessarily life altering. I realized, after that little bullet time that we shared, exactly when I passed by his line of sight, that he had been standing there for quite some time. A hustler, maybe?

I was walking almost languidly amongst the cattle that is the general Filipino public, at SM Manila. I left Leo and his friends, chinese dining, so I can quickly explore the area. My stomach wasn’t in the mood for chinese. I’ve only ever been to SM Manila once with a forgettable EX, so this was a good time to get acquainted with the small, inconveniently crowded place. I’m sure it has its charm somewhere, I just haven’t found it yet. Unsurprisingly, there were a lot of virile gay men out and about. Eyes narrowed down to slits, gussied up, oil control in check, boys slung behind their sagging behinds, still looking for that elusive someone – popularly known as Mr. Right.

Who for some, is a man with boatloads of cash and is willing, more like encourages one to spend it – also OLD.
Mr. Right can also be a Knight in shining armor, come to sweep pre-op gay men off their cramped and grotesquely swollen (i say cramped and grotesquely swollen because of the stiletto heels worn all day) feet – may also be HEAVILY INTO BDSM.
Mr. Right can also be the guy next door type, effortlessly handsome, rugged, eyes that growl, evoking animalistic sexual energy, smells fresh, perfect teeth – DUMB.
And then, Mr. right can be all of these things minus the stereotypical anomalies typically associated to flawed perfection.

Or… he can just have a big heart. Smart, funny, caring, just great in bed, understanding, hugs you as you sleep, tells you how things went down at his office, asks you how things went down at your office, knows how to say sorry, seeks your opinion (values them too), tells you he loves you everyday – I could go on and on.