O, how they burn you after they leave.
Yet it is of no fault of theirs.
S is, like many others, a young boy of southern charm. I had met him on an occasion. This was a chance occasion, which came unto me upon a random encounter asking me to join a game of badminton. So I ended up signing up for a little 'gay games' styled track and field event cum badminton competition. S was to be paired with me and another friend.
He came to me. Tall, dark and unassumingly handsome. Cliche as it may be, he almost had me at hello. As the games progressed, it seemed to me that we had somewhat of a mutual preference for hard shots. No pun intended. I had delusions of training with him in future but I knew deep down that it was a slim possibility. We lost. Grudgingly so. We could have done a lot better.
The games progressed over 2 days. I hoped to dine with him on Day 1 but was unfortunately relying on someone else for transportation and went our separate ways. I didn't think much of it. Day 2 ended similarly. I felt that we got closer during Day 2, which was when we ran for track and field. Maybe it was the camaraderie of being on the same team, or just me observing that he tended to come close whenever we weren't doing anything. These are the times I hate the social recluse in me the most. We parted ways like most would. A simple goodbye wave. I would miss him, and add him on Facebook. He would accept... and we would continue to communicate. The day was June 2. I went home to wish mummy dearest a happy birthday.
Fast forward almost a month later, we discovered that we're running the in the upcoming Standard Chartered KL Marathon 2013. The event was postponed due to a bad haze. Despite all of this, S still wanted to visit KL to catch up with old friends. I took the chance to invite him to stay with me. He had other plans at first but accepted to stay one night anyhow. I was ecstatic to say the least. Saturday was when we would meet. He had stayed with his colleagues the night before and I was to bring him around town. I learnt that he used to work in PJ. In the shopping mall we met, too. After bringing him to meet a friend, we would continue to yet another shopping mall instead.
We had lunch and ice cream made from liquid nitrogen. I clearly remember us not enjoying the sights so much and not even shopping. But I had enjoyed the company a little too much. We adjourned to meet with the same group we played badminton with before for dessert and dinner, followed by more drinks. I felt so obliged that the group came together. I would have been lost at figuring out what to do next with S.
After filling up ourselves completely, we returned to my home, and watched a movie together. Specifically, The Impossible. He had no love for rom-coms, had watched other blockbusters before and so that was the logical pick left. What followed later would be the crux of my falling for him.
....to be dwelled upon in the next post.
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