FIND ME CUTE

What is cute?

According to American Heritage Dictionary, the word "cute" is defined as:

- Delightfully pretty or dainty
- Obviously contrived to charm; or is precious.

In my dictionary, methinks the word simply means: attractive and would leave you with that little smile or sparkle in your eyes when you see him or her pass by. For an eagle-eyed gay man, this could also mean yummy-licious or delectably handsome.
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Sitting one afternoon on those cushioned sofas several months ago outside of Seattle's Best coffee shop at Greenbelt, Juan and I realized it's the perfect spot to find 'cuties'. We weren't disappointed. From then on it became a habit for both of us to spend lazy days there and rate the cute ones that pass by.

Amazingly too, that narrow passageway between the coffee shop's door and the sofas across it, there passed several individuals (and I just found out this morning while surfing) who also have online pictures which we deemed "cute". And today being the first Sunday of the year and just doing nothing, I decided to search some of them. (Note: talagang walang magawa.)

Here they are the ones that stood out and I remember having seen there:












danny-boy... guys4men.com

I saw him several times not just passing there but in another place (trinoma? moa?). I figure he could be a La Salle or Atenean kid, but who cares? He's got that precious and devilishly pixie smile that makes you wanna hug him. Oh and he smells nice too. I got a whiff of that fruity cologne he had on when he passed by.













slytherine.... guys4men.com
This guy shouldn't walk the streets or he'll cause traffic. Saw him wearing a Convergys strapped i.d., I figure he's a call center person. Pretty gay when he chitchatted with his companion, BUT HECK. Who gives a fiddler's fuck? The indios beside him looked like his alalays. I was resisting giving out a cat call when he sashayed by. Isn't God so nice? :-)






laqcuidao.... guys4men.com
"He's got a cute ass," Juan said. We first remarked on this guy with his back to us as he was texting.
"Hmm, yeah. the butt of a security guard. Look at how it curves on those jeans. Yummy," I answered.
Then this guy turned and we saw his face. Juan and I just looked at each other with big smiles.



















leebogue.... guys4men.com
"But he's so... tiny!" Juan exclaimed. He looks like a "mini me" of that Marvin Agustin actor!

"He's what is called a 'pocket gay' companion," said I, "short, convenient and easily transportable for those days you don't require big baggages." We laughed when the cute 5'3" (5'4") cutee passed by.

I could put a ribbon on this guy and enter him in "Small But Beautiful" competition.

























roadster.... guys4men.com
"He was cute before," I told Juan.
"I don't think he qualifies as cute now," he said.
"I would agree. He now looks like Marco Sison. I never liked that singer's songs. They sound like a can opener grating against tin," I agreed with Juan. "But I'd still put him as cute... before."

I wonder. Para sa inyo, sino ang cute?

A MASSAGE AND FRYING EGGS

I spent the first evening of a new year with some guy I picked out (or who picked me) from the internet. He's a call center agent moonlighting as a masseur.

Great body. Great smile. Okay sex partner. All for 700 pesos. A bargain? Maybe.

I asked him if he's ever met some whacko while he moonlights. He answered yes.

I asked what if a "client" asks him for sex and he's not really into that guy, what does he say? "I simply refuse and flatly say no. I was even offered more to have sex with this ugly guy, but how can I accept if I can't even get my dick hard enough."

We had sex. I fucked him but I wasn't really up to it myself. We ended up doing mutual j.o.

Then I cooked him some eggs and HE had dinner.

Then he left. Oh, he even left his dime-a-dozen dogtag necklace at my place. He says it's his favorite and he'll come back for it.

I figured, I could have just spent the money buying a book and actually learning from what I've read and increased the number of neurons in my brain, instead of a one-night hump of a bad massage.

Oh, and... happy new year.

COLORFUL PETER

Some people get their kicks from doing some things that are a bit different from the usual when it comes to sex. Some use food. Some use ice cubes and candles. I even know of someone who likes to have his dog lick him all over to make him cum.

But this guy, he got off from having his weenie painted. I eventually painted a big butterfly on his torso and did his weenie as the head. The annoying part was, he came thrice!, it ruined the paint. I had to repaint his weenie three times.

FROM ONE MONSTER TO ANOTHER

Hmmmm... hindi yata kaya ng powers ko ito!

Mapanood nga.

I FEEL SAD

It's been several days now and strangely, I feel so depressed.

Even this cartoon video of Madonna only elicited a smile when I'd normally be guffawing by now.

Siiiiigh...

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

I flirted with danger, like a deer that gazed at the round lights of an incoming truck along a dark highway, I knew the looming disaster was bound to come but I didn't move from where I was standing.

That’s what it was like to be involved with a married man.

He says before he knew me, he was one of those faceless shadows hovering in half empty stalls of some dank men’s toilet in some unknown double-featured cinema downtown.

He says before he knew me, he was a lost soul yearning rest after a day’s labor. I saw him once a week. I gave him pleasure.

He says before he knew me, he’s never used his real first name when meeting another in some dark motel room and never seeing each other again once their thirst was quenched. I made up a name for him when I thought his real one sounded awkward.

He says before he knew me, he’s never known the real affection of another man that held him as tightly like I did. He would fall asleep every time in my embrace.

He says before he knew me, he never thought he’d never find rescue. With me, he was saved.

He says before he knew me, he thought his family was he only thing that mattered. I mattered more.

But after a year, when the looming headlights hit me, I found they were all lies. He never needed rescue. When he closed his eyes and I was beside him, the whole world disappeared. When he opened it, he realized what is real. His child was more real, while I was but a moment's fancy.

He flirted with rescue when he never really needed it. I toyed with the idea of forever being with the only one during those months of ecstasy. I was so wrong. I only had hurt and indignation as companions at the end of the affair.

Years have passed and he’s been long gone. Only the memory of those months stayed. And all this time when I look back, well I thought, my life with him then was so much full of farce. We were like clowns that played a hurtful game in a circus that is life.

BEING GAY AND IRONIC

I found the introduction of this guy in his profile:

"Living in this kind of world seems to be very physical and sexual, its all carnal desires of visually stunning men exhibiting machismo. But everyone gets tired, love and relationship still matter... I know where my heart is :-)"

.... and of course, he places the requisite sexy photo that makes every gay male drool for the next trick.

It's ironic to be gay.