Mama Mary watches over us...

I'm finally back in the office, and it feels good because I was so bored in Lucena. I know I haven't finished writing my recap of 2004, but I think that writing this will take less time.

I met Alex last Sunday. I had chatted with him while I was in Lucena during one of those days of unbearable ennui when I was completely horny but couldn't do anything about it. We had decided that as soon as I got back to Manila we would meet. Sure enough, not more than two hours from the time I arrived in Pasig, after having spent the previous 4 hours on a bus ride that made my butt sore, I was on my way to his place so we could fuck.

I was pretty eager to meet Alex because he looked pretty good in the pic he showed me when we chatted. He wasn't drop-dead gorgeous or anything, but he looked looked tall, big, and like a sex-crazed psychopath -- in short, completely my type. I also wanted to meet him as soon as possible because I wanted to end my celibacy, which started when I got back from Cebu in November. I may have been dry towards the end of 2004, but I had made up my mind to start 2005 with a bang -- literally and figuratively. Hehe.

It took me a little an hour to get to Taguig, where he lived. I usually don't like meeting men who live far from my place, but considering how none of the other men I had set meetings with were available, I was willing to travel for him. When I finally arrived at the place where he said that he would meet me, I wasn't too impressed when I saw him. He was just around my height, had some gray hair, and didn't have as big a body as I thought he would. He was still somewhat cute though, which is the sole reason I decided to still have sex with him. If he wasn't cute I would have gone back home.

He was pretty quiet. We didn't talk on the way to his house. I didn't mind that completely, but I kinda figured that since he didn't seem that interested, we wouldn't see each other again after we had sex. Not that it bothered me. I was supposed to meet lots of other men too, and I had set a lot of EBs throughout this week. Meeting Alex was sort of like a formality just so that I wouldn't have any of those what-might-have-been-if-we-had-only-met-each-other moments I sometimes have when I think about some of the men I chatted with in the past.

As soon as he opened the door to his apartment, I was semi-shocked. There in his hallway was a huge, grandiose, and glittery statue of Mama Mary. It was the kind of statue that devotees at churches would flock to and pray over. At one point he did mention that he was a freelance interior designer, and had just finished working on the home of Oscar Peralta, one of the local fashion designers. I figured that the reason the statue was there was that he was working on another project. Then again maybe he really was a religious devotee. It was still kinda weird though. His place was small, so through the doorway of his bedroom I could still see her while I was sitting down on the floor. Oh well.

He wasn't kidding when he said that he was an interior designer. I've never seen a small apartment that was decorated as well as his was. He had pictures on the walls, rattan sticks bordering the lights, drapes covering the ceilings, and, of course, a glittery statue of Mama Mary in the hallway. Sadly though, as great as he was in decorating, he was a complete dud when came to fucking. I swear, he just lay there with a pillow over his face and expected me to do all the work. For a while I was like ok his cock is big enough and it's been a while since I last had sex so I might as well put up with it. But you can only have so much fun with an inanimate sex toy. I spent most of my time watching myself in the mirror as I sucked him off. Damn, if my tummy was a little bit smaller, I'd make one fine porn star.

We ended with neither of us satisfied, and I actually had to leave his house with lubricant still up my ass because he didn't have any clean, running water in his bathroom. Shit. So maybe it didn't go as well as I thought it would. It's OK. There will be many more men this year. That I promise you. Haha.