Finding Tomas
It might have been December 8, I am not so sure, but I was planning on walking the streets of Manila with a fat checking account, thanks to the 13th month pay that arrived early. The day before, my fried Aye bugged me on IM about going to Pasig for reasons I did not fully understand until we were already in Pasig , lost and talking on the phone to some phantom guy giving us directions to meet him at a waiting shed.
A guy in khaki pants with a broad smile and unbelievably beautiful biceps, welcomed us and led us to his house which is almost a block away from the shed. Nice butt, I thought as Aye and I trailed behind this gorgeous man whose name I now recall is Peejay.
Peejay has a modest but clean and homey apartment which opens from a little stair case that you have to climb before you can truly say that you are inside his apartment. Ascending the staircase and lost in my thoughts on getting the red watch I was itching to buy for months now, it dawned in me what Aye came to the apartment for: she was going to see the cats that hunky Peejay was selling! (Yes she is insane over cats, stray cats included). Ok, one cat parades before us--that one Peejay calls Cola, brown and proud looking, then another--a white one--and it jumps to Aye's chest like it was trained all its life to do just that. The cat crazy woman I used to call a friend just some minutes past now goes into a trance and she began to exist for that white creature alone. Now I am annoyed. What was I supposed to do in this cat populated environment? I, who have asthma. I, who have to suffer sleepless nights because a couple of stray cats decided to make out outside my bedroom window and they are letting out intriguing sounds!
While in the middle of my eye-rolling frenzy, I noticed Peejay's Christmas tree shaking, and in split seconds, something flew over my chest and said "meow". I close my eyes, preparing to get bitten and scratched into bloody little pieces and by now, I am preparing to scold Aye. This is cat attack but where is the bite and where are the evil claws, just a meow? And meow again?
When I looked, I understood that his gentle eyes are asking me to explain why I am afraid to death. He moves his paws on my chest. Is he checking if I was having a heart attack? No, it was not heart attack; I am smitten and I knew that after a long time, I am in love again. Can I take you home, I asked. Meow. He was mine from that point on.
How do you like being called Tomas? Meow. Tomas it is.
Posted by Juju on behalf of Tomas
posted by Joo at
8:51 PM
3 Comments:
You are merely putting your own words into his beautiful lips! He wanted to be with me: meow!
Buti pa si Tomas, seryoso to stay fit gamit ang bike! Hahaha!
By
Anonymous, At
January 17, 2008 at 1:03 AM
kelan rin kaya ako magkaka-tomas? *humuli ng wishing-wishing*
waiting for video ni tomas. purr**
By
Anonymous, At
January 17, 2008 at 5:23 AM
tomas' video coming soon!
By
Joo, At
January 17, 2008 at 5:28 AM
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