The Day I Said NO to a Gramercy Resident

Just got home from a quick rendezvous with a former (hmm, for the lack of a better term) FUBU at The Gramercy Residences.

I remember the last time we met, he asked me to delete his contact details. I did, because for me that’s just how it goes – One person gets tired of the setup or maybe he finds a new one. As for me, I just go with the flow.

So anyway, he texted me last night and since I no longer have his number I asked who he was. And then we exchanged a few more messages til he invited me

to come over.

I agreed, with one condition: that we are not to have sex. We’ll just talk and get to know each other more.

So I went to Gramercy. It’s such a posh place and I must admit I had an evil plan of pursuing this guy just because he’s from Gramercy. I mean, wouldn’t it be nice to have a boyfriend who lives in such a poshhhhhh condo?

When I entered his unit, I immediately noticed a change in his appearance. He had a nose job. The fuckin guy had a nose job! And his face looked so red, like he just had a facial or something like that.

I told myself, ok, you’re just here to talk.

So we talked. About his plans to go to Bohol this Holy Week, about my work, about stuff.

And surprise, surprise. He asked me to strip off. I said No (of course). He insisted, and said that if I don’t take my clothes off, I might as well leave.

I left.

I’m so proud of myself for doing that. Normally, when a situation and an opportunity like that presents itself, I would give in. But I didn’t. Maybe because I’m still scared or maybe because I lost interest in him (because of the nose job).

Or part of me is saying that maybe I wanted to do it with someone I love.

Nevertheless, I’m happy I went out his place with my head held high.

Separate great sex from love – Ava Mendes

A good friend once said that to me. And my realization is that, past fubus can never be romantic partners. There’s a reason why they were just FUBUs.

#love #gramercy #gay #fubu

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