LAST NIGHT WAS LOVE

I just woke up again. Well, what's new anyways? I think I might have had too many a beer last night. I woke up with my head spinning and heavy. Argh!

So I was really bored yesterday. Was facing the computer the whole day looking for something exciting to happen. I was chatting and then this invite came out of somewhere. It said about a party that's happening in Malate later that night. And since it has been ages since I last went out I decided I should go. But I wouldn't go alone. No No. So I called up some people and luckily this gorgeous guy said yes.

We haven't really met before last night. So I was nervous and shaky and all when I was waiting for him at New York Cafe. I ordered Strong Ice and started my way while waiting. And when he showed up, a big smile was on my face. It stayed that way the whole time. We waited for his friend and I would catch myself staring at him God! Was he beautiful. He has the cutest eyes and when he smiles, it's like heaven is opening its doors for me. He makes this funny faces whenever he catches me staring at him. And he's so cute, boyish, and fun. I was really having the time of my life. And then...

So when his friend arrived, we drank some more beers and then headed to Epitome, where the party was. The place was cool. It had a sauna, gym, bar, private rooms etc. It is like a one-stop shop for PLUs* looking for a great time. We stayed near the dance floor. We really weren't for the darkroom thingy and other nasty stuff. Well, not yet. We got our free bottles of beer. The two invited me to dance. I said no. You know I don't dance right? Not when i'm not drunk. They are so fun to be with. We laughed all night. Though I felt a tinge of being an excess baggage. I just stared at him the whole time. He was so beautiful. I really like him. But I am sure too that the feeling is not mutual. He's too good for me. He's too perfect.

Suddenly I remembered Trojan's post two days ago about being with the wrong guys. He is a disaster waiting to happen, a heartache about to explode. But I really like him, a lot.


*PLUs n. an abbreviation of the phrase people like us