Stranger in the bus(15th May 2005)
This morning, I spotted my S'pore remisier, a cute(unfortunately pimpled-face), friendly and beefy guy, who is actually younger than me(one always thinks of remisiers as being the middle-aged variety).
He's gay and he was with his much younger-looking boyfriend.
Suddenly I remembered that he told me once that he lived in CCK. I guess he still does.
I also learnt that with a pair of sunspecs on, I look scary enough to prevent Mac's so-called service ambassadors(pooh!) from approaching me... ROFLOL!
Looks like I'm descending into some informal shortforms on my blog.
Well, I like being left alone for now, so all's well and good.
Evening update: I finally went for a gym sessions after more than a month. Surprisingly, or maybe because of a hearty duck porridge three hours before, or an hour nap right after. But I was able to treadmill for 20 solid minutes at no less than 9 km/h, with enough energy at the end to do my usual finishing kick.
As I travelled home on bus 190, a hunky- and rather handsome local guy with an appealing crewcut hairstyle sat next to me, and during the journey, he fell asleep and unconsciously leaned his firm right shoulder into me several times. It was the only bodily contact with a guy I have had in more than a couple of months, and it felt good. Although it was not intentionally given, an image flashed in my mind of myself lying next to another guy, his shoulder touching mine, and a warm sense of intimacy filled me.
Although I was pretty tired myself, I started reflecting on how good it would be to be intimate with another again, and my eyes welled up a little despite myself.
However, when I snapped out of it, this warmth was replaced by a sense of realism: that the guy who consented to lie down with me would have to be just as good looking, and just as well built as the stranger in the bus.
He's gay and he was with his much younger-looking boyfriend.
Suddenly I remembered that he told me once that he lived in CCK. I guess he still does.
I also learnt that with a pair of sunspecs on, I look scary enough to prevent Mac's so-called service ambassadors(pooh!) from approaching me... ROFLOL!
Looks like I'm descending into some informal shortforms on my blog.
Well, I like being left alone for now, so all's well and good.
Evening update: I finally went for a gym sessions after more than a month. Surprisingly, or maybe because of a hearty duck porridge three hours before, or an hour nap right after. But I was able to treadmill for 20 solid minutes at no less than 9 km/h, with enough energy at the end to do my usual finishing kick.
As I travelled home on bus 190, a hunky- and rather handsome local guy with an appealing crewcut hairstyle sat next to me, and during the journey, he fell asleep and unconsciously leaned his firm right shoulder into me several times. It was the only bodily contact with a guy I have had in more than a couple of months, and it felt good. Although it was not intentionally given, an image flashed in my mind of myself lying next to another guy, his shoulder touching mine, and a warm sense of intimacy filled me.
Although I was pretty tired myself, I started reflecting on how good it would be to be intimate with another again, and my eyes welled up a little despite myself.
However, when I snapped out of it, this warmth was replaced by a sense of realism: that the guy who consented to lie down with me would have to be just as good looking, and just as well built as the stranger in the bus.
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