Coming out party

Just as I resolved Not to go out for the weekends, I was invited for some Edukators gathering. Just a few drinks with some colleagues and others in the industry. We'll much ado about nothing or so I had hoped.

The turn outs had professors (some of whom I admire) and lecturers and political MSC students plus 1 Teaching assistant aka me!

It was hard work getting through the chit chats & keeping up with the pace of these academias. (If you didn't know it, yours truly is an absolute bimbo.)

Me: Like what the government did… ha ha (apparently the only one laughing)
Academia: You don’t agree?
Me: er… It’s not that I don’t agree but it’s just funny. No?
Academia: It saved many jobs and increased economic growth per capita.
Me: *giggles* But imagine the officials doing dirt work in that pig farm…
Academia: *straight face*
Me: *braced myself* ehem, which although would have seem silly is nothing to trifle with. I admire their commitment.
Academia: So, you agree?
Me: I agree and yet I disagree. (Launches into the pros and cons of the farm movement)

After fending several suspicions, I finally found myself a corner to simply drink in the atmosphere.

Ironically enough, the alfresco diner by the cliff was absolutely breathtaking.

Along came him.

Him: Hullo there
Me: Hi
Him: On a break?
Me: Analyzing from afar
Him: aah,,, Well, let me tell you about them, “I zink ze verld is all looking to my opeenion on how to improove ze verld type”

I gotta give it him. He was funny and his mimicry talents were show worthy. I don’t know if it was the drinks or him but slowly I began to enjoy myself.

Before I know it, there was a group surrounding us. These were people who needed a break from all that global discussion and talk about mundane stuff like movies, music, reads, and traveling and or other interest. Welcome to my world.

By then, I was a wee tipsy.

Him: *in a low voice meant only for me* So where do you stay?
Me: Z station
Him: I stay in A station
Me: - nods -
Him: Oooh, we’re staying in opposite ends. It’s like Opposite Attracts.
Me: - gives him a weird look -
Him: Not that I’m trying to hit on you or anything like that.
Me: - gives him an incredulous look –
Him: But yeah, my place or yours *with cheeky grin*
Me: I’m gay.
Him: You’re what?

The song in the background had ended and it was about to play the next song but for the silence in between the tracks. People who had been talking had also somewhat lowered down their volume. People near to us (me and him) had also stopped talking for they heard his exclamation.

Me: I said, I’m gay.

Then the realization that although I wasn’t that loud, almost everyone on the floor had heard me.

Somewhere in the background you could hear whispers.

Voice 1: What did she say?
Voice 2: She’s gay.

The next track was now playing…

Him: Oooooh.
Me: Ya.
Him: Ok, then… Well it was nice meeting you
Me: Ya ok.
Him: I have to er.. I left something in my car..
Me: Sure. Me too.

He left. I left. And no, I didn’t leave anything in my car. Truth is, I don’t even have a car but if I had one, I’d leave something in the god damn car just to get away from the looks/glances I got.