...or two
I went to a circuit party in Bangkok for the new year festivities. As most of these kinds of parties go, people end up shirtless at the end of the night. I lost two t's.
Back in Singapore, there’s one guy that smiles at me whenever we bump into each other at the bars. This has been happening for quite some time but I couldn’t do anything more beyond smiling back because I wasn’t single. Back then, I resigned myself to have a little boyish crush that makes me giddy.
But the last time I saw him, he came over and said “hello”. He caught me way off guard and I wouldn’t be surprised if the transcripts showed that I mumbled something stupid like”dimples”, because he has, or “y ‘scare me”, because he did. Sigh…. Anyway, I recovered soon enough to say hello back. Later that night, we exchanged numbers. His name is T.
When I found out that T was also going to Bangkok to attend the same party I was to going to, I made sure I was ready. I huffed and puffed at the gym and ate grass.
So there I was at the party, trying to act cool, hanging out with friends, toothy smile in full glare, tummy sucked in. And there he was, ambling his way towards me and my friends. My palms got instantly sweaty! What the hell is happening?!?! What am I? 14??? I froze. Mumbled some inane stuff. He must have thought I was eight miles high with whatever. All night, whenever he would prop himself by my side, which happened a lot, I just pretended to not notice him or acted like a turd, which also happened a lot.
But before he went home for the evening, he caught me coming out of the toilets and he said goodbye. Then he planted a kiss.
I didn’t see him the rest of my trip to Bangkok, though. Maybe it’s not meant to be. Maybe he didn’t like me so much, Maybe I’m overthinking. Maybe I really like him.
y ‘scare me….
