PINOY men SOCIETY: getting to know your inner metrosexual

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Jan 8, 2010

getting to know your inner metrosexual


I apologize for not updating as quickly as I might like. With best r a here as much as he has been there is very little spare time to write, and what little time I have to write I am totally distracted. My mind is off somewhere, far enough away to be of little use to me like now when I need it. 

Best r a has been here two nights, and should be back here again tonight. The first night he arrived with a movie in hand, and a couple of take out boxes of General Tso's chicken, and fried rice from banana leaf -- my favorite place. (Is Jeff slipping him inside info?) I was relieved we didn't have to go back out in the cold, and waste an hour wandering the video store. He picked the movie Angels and Demons, adapted from a book we both read and loved. In fact we both just finished the book's sequel, The Lost Symbol at the same time over Christmas. (Coincidences are a good thing, right?) Tonight will be our third attempt at actually  watching the film, without being distracted. (Hehe!)

The last couple of nights have given us a good start at getting to know each other. The more I learn about him, the more I like. I let him talk for the most part. Eventually he's going to ask personal questions about my past, and I wonder what his reaction will be. Actually, my past is mild by comparison to that of almost anyone else, except for his own. I mean what can I say to a boy who's only just had his first kiss, that won't make him run for the hills? Is he the judgmental type, or will it give him a few ideas? I hope for the latter.

I gave Best r a the stage and I learned a lot! I've always said there are two main things that attract me to another person once the physical attraction has kicked in. First they have to be smart, and second it helps to be funny, and he has plenty of both. Some things I've learned about him are important, others less so. For example he is gay -- not bi, and not curious. He's totally straight acting, but the more we talk the more I discover a definite a metrosexual side. He hates that term, but I offer the following that has come to light in our conversations as evidence:


  • He owns blue silk pajamas.
  • He asked about the thread count in my bedsheets. (!)
  • He uses apricot-scented body scrub, and noticed with approval my own mint shampoo with wheat germ.
  • He knows Aussie Bum is not a lazy guy from Australia.
  • He is disappointed that I've never watched an episode of America's Next Top Model, or Sex in the City.
  • He criticized a friend's new haircut saying, "Bangs are only for those with the bone structure to pull it off." (He didn't actually say this. I just thought it sounded funny.)
  • He is all about Team Jacob, and is shocked when I call Bella a manipulating bitch.
  • He subscribes to Esquire and G.Q. (But to be fair he also gets Sports Illustrated.)
  • He can identify a de Kooning from a Pollock.
  • He spends a shocking amount of time and money scrapbooking. (He'll have something to do with my sisters anyway.)
Don't get me wrong. Nothing is nothing wrong with any of these things. I just need to really nurture my own inner metrosexual.

From now on I'll try to update you right after he goes home, even if its short, to avoid these long gaps between posts. I'll try, but I'll probably just end nodding off with my laptop on.

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