Horny BF Rants : The First Night

Ahem ahem. For a while there, I was sure some of you might be getting the chills. The impending doom in the form of a most dastardly horny creature, with devilish thoughts, poisonous words, unhygienic mind, and a most outright sarcastic demeanour.

Still remember the FIRST rant? When I exposed bits and pieces about the start of this most-loving relationship, a good 7 years on, and hopefully still going strong.

Since then, Simonlover himself had clarified the facts from the myths, & rumours, and peppered his stories with much spices, sizzles, heat and all. So was it really a mere one night stand? Or was it something long-lasting, bordering on something magical, or a love so pure it makes one ... puke? ;)

The endless flirting sessions ensued after the initial acquaintance. It was an almost instant click. Or maybe it was just me. The sight of such a cute, cool and fair-skinned twink sitting alone on the bench during the 1st week of our university days, staring into space (for whatever reason) captivated my heart. Yup, but I could not bring myself over and chatted him up, for he looked rather shy, while me, I was all decked up in my checkered shirt, with Aaron Kwok-like double cut hair, and dyed blonde to boot.

And poor amnesiac me had no recollection of the first time we chatted face to face. Was it really the chanced meeting outside of the shower room? When Simon's all covered up in a tiny piece of towel? (all dripping with water, sweat, and whatever liquid one could imagine .... ) Or was it some other equally electrifying times, when we both did not realize the instant spark between two hungry souls?

Then there were those sweet old days, when we chatted up like old pals, albeit the extremely short period we knew each other. It felt almost magical, us chatting in our dorm til the wee hours of the night, on every and any topic imaginable. He looked almost too boyish, a touch of naivety, and too darn cute; the intense desire to reach over and hold his hands while he was flicking them all over the place, kissing his hand and smelling the fresh and smooth pulps of his skin, and ultimately hugging him tight and planting a kiss on his lips was a little overwhelming at times. Yup, I was in love.

I wondered aloud .... Could he be attached? He could not possibly be straight, could he?! Judging from his soft-spoken demeanour, metrosexual quality, combined with my instincts (what people commonly relate to as 'Gaydar'; Gay + Radar?), I was more than 70% sure he was One Of Us. Okay, but what next?

Previous failed relationships rendered me wary of taking chances, for fear of repercussions. And for fear of possibly ruining a beautiful friendship. He was nonchalant most of the times, treating me just like any other friend he came to know in our faculty.It was a most frustrating feeling to be developing a crush on a friend. Not to mention the helplessness when I was stealing glances of him in our class, in our hostel, and when we're having casual meals with the other friends.

After a good 5 months of knowing each other, from spending endless hours of quality time together (both during and after lecture hours) to the occasional SMS when we're both back to our hometowns,  FINALLY it happened.

What did I mean? Well, just read the next installment of this series to find out ...... Pardon me for the cliffhanger for I'm not good at writing long articles. =)