i was signing the guest book when i saw his familiar face. it was unexpected really, because he's supposed to be miles away. awkward too, for i am with a friend and so is he. but then a question kicked in, are we going to the same party?
we met two weeks back somewhere east. he invited me to come over for some fun with his other friend. and i did for the body was willing. i learned after that both of them are married and working in the metro, with families living in their respective provinces.
i never felt any guilt. after all, even if it's not me, they will still do the deed with somebody else. and this was a one-time deal. we'll never see each other again.
or so i thought.
because right then, we are standing in the same lobby facing each other.
"saan ka?", i asked.
"tenth floor.", was his reply.
i heaved a sigh of relief.
i received a message from him hours later asking me if i was interested to meet up since his place was available. i declined his offer.
the probability of bumping into someone you've had random sex with is big but i never expected that it will happen to me. i have long resigned to the idea that there would be no looking back once i stepped out of someone else's bedroom.
now more than ever, i should be very careful and try to make sure that those i bed with does not belong to my own circle (or my circle's other circle, now why the sudden interest in circles?).
it freaks me out to know that the next one might be your friend.