We had just finished lunch in a small café along Katipunan Road. Two cups of steamy brew enveloped our table in a delicious aroma.
So where did you meet?
Again? How come you meet a lot of guys there? I’m always there and nothingever happens.
In the Faculty Center in UP.
Patrick pointed to his face and smiled.
Che!
I replied laughing. But I knew that it was true. Patrick was not really that good looking, but he had this sexy air about him. And he had fair skin which is, for most Filipinos, a prerequisite for beauty. I looked at the mirror behind him and saw my dark, emaciated reflection.
No partitions.
So anyway, I was washing my face in the ground floor washroom when in comesthis really cute guy. I’ve seen him on campus a few times before. So anyway, he goes and takes a leak, you know those FC urinals, right?
Patrick took another sip from his cup and continued.
So what's his name?
So anyway, this guy sees me checking him out. To my surprise, he turns to me, giving me full view of him in all his glory and smiles. I smile back. and... the rest is for me alone to know.
I raised an eyebrow and gave Patrick my you’ve-got-to-be-kidding look. He laughed and nodded in agreement.
So what name did you use?
Yes it’s another Carlo. It’s always Carlo, or Paolo, or Mike, or Jay–
We both laughed after.
My favorite, Paolo.
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