Sunday, April 12, 2009
Encounters of the Other Kind

Every Wednesday nights after class, I walk past Orchard Towers on the way to the train station to catch a ride home. Each time, I'd hasten my footsteps and shuffle through the hordes of ppl who have gathered around the building, trying my best to stay out of trouble.

It works... at least for a while.

I usually manage to walk past the stretch of skimpily clad women and well dressed men in nicely pressed shirts, before I get stopped in my path by some stranger, always a man in executive attire.

The first time, it was an Indian chap who volunteered to walk me to the station. Try as I may, I couldn't shake him off. My paranoia told me that ppl were staring, but Mr Volunteer just rambled on like we were long lost buds. After an agonising escort to the station, he antagonises me further by asking for my number to keep in contact. I flatly declined. He proceeds to question why not and that was when I curtly told him I was not interested and he bade me farewell with a 'It was great knowing you'.

The second time, I made it alittle further before I got stopped again, this time a Chinese lad in smart executive attire as well. He was very shy and stammered as he asked nervously if we could be friends and exchange numbers. I declined politely but just told him my name when he introduced himself.

The third encounter left me somewhat traumatised. I was having dinner at a cafe nearby when he sat down on the same table and asked if I was interested in taking up a job. He proceeded to describe in detail everything the job requires as though he was a voice recorder on fast forward. I caught bits and pieces of it such as condoms, make love, massage, g-strings, hand jobs, blowjobs. The rest I don't really want to remember. I wanted to dig a hole in the ground and hide when he proclaimed to the waiter that he works as a pimp. When he was finally done, he handed me a namecard and told me to call him if I needed anything, afterwhich he paid for my dinner and offered to pay for my cab fare home for taking up my time. I refused. I was too turned off to even finish my dinner. I only finished my drink in the hopes of washing it all down.

For all these, I blame Feudie. Cos I'm still reeling from the fact that he broke a date with me to go gaming with his gay buddy, the newly recruited gym instructor.

Just when the DR guildies used to think he favoured small boys, sad to tell you all now he's into buff bods.

Labels: April 2009