Taking A Bed Rest

After more than a month, I stepped back into Bed.

By December my weekend schedule was quite hectic, so I didn’t go to Malate anymore. After coming back from our family vacation in Bohol last Christmas, I purposely resisted going there for weeks. I was busy during the first weekends of 2009, so it was easy to beg off. But by the end of January, my weekend schedule was back to normal. I decided to check out the scene again.

I planted myself in one spot and surveyed the scene. Most of the usual suspects were all there, and then some. There was this barkada of straight-acting, straight-looking guys with several chinoy-ish types—my inner rice queen immediately rose to the surface. And they decided to stay in an area beside me. OMG. One of them, whom I was crushing that evening, kept bumping my arm. I thought of three possibilities: [1] he’s interested in me; [2] he’s oblivious to the skin-on-skin contact; [3] he’s subtly trying to make me give up my position. Before the end of the night it was clearly 2.

So I gave up my position. I ended up not staying in one place, moving from the first floor to the second and back. Walking to and fro, looking at the faces in front of me both familiar and different blurring into sameness, I remembered how just before Christmas I thought to myself: I don’t get lucky in Bed anymore.

And then it hit me: I was going to Bed for the wrong reasons.

After the Epiphany comes the epiphany.