when it comes to picking guys, i'm fussier than severely malnutritioned kids who refuse to eat their greens. i mean, they're kids, and green is not exactly the most appetizing of colours to appear on edible items. kids who watch TV somehow learn that green and red are the general colours for evil due to the graphic representation of toxic slime and perhaps the devil's arse (green and red respectively; though sometimes the opposite could be true as well). later when the same kids grow up, they realize that green and red are still just as evil. it's a big conspiracy by the major toy companies to promote the yuletide gift exchanges.

think of it this way: if for some reason, God made chicken green and kai lan brown, the whole world would settle for peace over salads, fruits and juices. there would be no war. and everybody would be a marijuana-smoking hippie.

but back to the topic of guys.

i'm not asking for a lot when it comes to looking for a guy to go into a relationship with. i just want someone who's very englishy, someone who reads books, loves the arts and very easy to relate to. only 4 requirements leh. it may sound really easy to find someone like that. but i return a big NO to you. after being gay for like 6 years plus, i have yet to find someone whom i thought was perfect or at least somewhat below perfect. singapore is such a fucking small country, don't tell me that someone like that also cannot find. cannot be right?

so it was really unexpected for me to find someone like that at towel club, having sex with someone who fits the description above. now, towel club is your typical 'men's spa', except the interiors look more chi-chi, the membership card looks nicer, the service staff there serve a much better aesthetic purpose, and the dark rooms have more mirrors than a mirror maze. there were so many men packed in such a confined space yesterday, that if HFMD (hand, foot, mouth disease) were an adult disease, the Ministry of Health would have to extend the acronym to HFMCAD (clue: your privates).

so i had sex with the Raffles Boy that i always wanted. yah, i shamelessly have a fetish for single-sex school educated people. or maybe we can broaden the scope to elite schools people. apparently these schools are mainly single-sex. my alma mater, (Fairfield) was one step below being elite, but still we had our pride intact and proudly proclaimed to go co-ed for a mission school. i'm proud to be from Fairfield. and that's all it'll be.

actually, i think brains are a really good aphrodisiac. not brains as in, halfway through sex you just start talking about calculus , medical law, philosophy and shit. but brains as in you prove that you can talk about any topic in the world and chip in your two cents worth. and in order to do that, i believe you either need to read a lot, or you need to talk a lot with other people.

of course, it also helps also that the sex was just so wild and spontaneous. i never knew that Raffles boys were so fucking wild. we were like two creatures carvoting with each other on the Discovery Channel. i tell you, if all of them Rafflesians were like him, i would have studied harder for my PSLE and got into an elite school myself. we chatted during a sex intermission about ourselves and the more i learn about him, the more i think i'm actually liking him. it's sick actually. having a crush on someone at a spa. people go there to have sex and you can actually dig up something like that from nowhere. i've always had the policy of detaching myself from human feelings at the spa. can make friends, but as long as you don't fall for someone, everything's fine. well, all the same, we exchanged numbers and promised to have sex again (his parents are out for the weekend).

so the option's open now. i mean, i would definitely like to meet up with him again for good sex and all. but is that all there is to it? orgive me for sounding like a trailer voice-over, but what do you do when the perfect guy comes along and you discover that he's freaking rich (lives in an orchard apartment), studies at an uber elite university, has given up his citizenship here and become more or less an American citizen already? yah, i know. if Avril Lavigne were with me, she would be singing 'complicated'.

as i'm typing this post now with Coldplay on my itunes and darkness everywhere else in my bedroom, i ponder about what the future holds. are we gonna go steady? are we gonna be great friends? are we gonna correspond over email? i know i'm thinking too much. but it's like if i can call him up now and just talk with him, i would definitely do so. but control, jon, control. self-control and restraint.

you can fall in love. but do it with your dignity intact. and of course, your pants on.

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