Drag-anywhere Guy

by Rheeno

I was set-up!

Well, I knew it would end up like that but it was all fun though.

Anyway, I was supposed to meet two college friends last Saturday for some coffee. However, one canceled so I told the other one that I won't go anymore.

I was at the PC room with my roommate when H called. He's on his way back to his apartment from his hometown and asked me if we can go out. At first I was so hesitant because I didn't want to spend. Then, he offered to treat me. I told him that I wasn't in the mood to go to a bar, let alone a club. He said coffee would be good.

So, I went to his apartment to fetch him. When I got there, he told me that he wants me to try this new bar near his place in Makati (Tabu). I was like, "but I'm wearing shorts!!!" He said it would just be alright as the new place ain't strict with the dress code. I really thought we would just have coffee so I just wore cropped shorts and hightops.

I also thought that the outfit would make me impermissible to enter a bar. Well, I got in! I didn't even get to fix my hair! I just thought to myself that I really don't care about the other people. That was until I saw female Brazilian models at the place! I wonder where the male Brazilian and Japanese-Brazilian models went that night. LOL But I think some cute guys there were models, too. Me and H got cocktails: malibu pineapple and chocolate margarita for me and hawaiian punch and **x on the beach for H.

The music was good at some point but it got bad when it played hip-hop. At least I was wearing shoes; some foreigners were wearing shorts and flip-flops!

I didn't know what time we left but he said that he wanted to go to another place. I was like, "whatever." He dragged me to Malate (O Bar).

I was able to get into a club again because the club didn't mind my cropped shorts. H saw his boyfriend there and they sort of argued the whole night. We left without them making up. H texted me the next day that they broke up.

Well, I guess things like that happens and H has another boyfriend who's coming here soon. The boyfriend's German and I don't know but I feel that they'll be great together. The German seems nice.

At least I was there when H wasn't feeling good.

And, oh, vodka currant doesn't taste good in other places. But in Malate, they do taste good! I heart it.