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The Most Traumatizing Experience of My Life

After PolSci class, I went straight back to dorm so that I can read about the Cavite Mutiny for History165. At around 11:20AM, my stomach started grumbling. Thus, I decided to eat at the nearby carinderia, Etsrepek ("It's Terrific"). There were only two of us in the carinderia. The other guy was just sitting and staring somewhere. He must have finished his meal and was letting the digestive juices do their thing. I finished eating lunch and stood up to pay the bill. The unknown guy stood up and went out of the carinderia. As he was passing by, his badminton racket brushed against my butt. But I didn't mind it. Ate was busy drying his hands so I had to wait a bit before I was able to pay for my meal.

I was already walking my way back to dorm. The unknown guy was right in front of me. Around 20 steps from the gate of my dorm, the strangest thing happened.

Unknown guy: Pwede ba kitang makilala?
Me: Bakit?
Unknown guy: Na-kyutan kasi ako sa legs mo e. Ano name mo?
Me: (to myself: Shucks, he's gay!) Jamie
Unknown guy: *tells his name* (I forgot). Taga-Xanland ako. I'm currently taking my PhD.
Me: Ah ok. (opens the gate with my key)
Unknown guy: Pwede ko ba makuha cell number mo?
Me: (WTF?!) Wala akong cellphone e.
Unknown guy: E paano kita ma-cocontact?
Me: (WTF WTF WTF WTF!!!) Nasa tabi-tabi lang ako. (WTF!!!!)
*I closed the door and ran upstairs. I was totally freaked out.*

Now, I'm so afraid to go out in Abada or even in Katipunan. He was a stout man (gay). I have nothing against gays. But I would highly appreciate it if they don't do things that are uncalled for like asking a guys name and telling him he has cute legs during noontime. Can't he even wait for the cover of darkness? Or are my pheromones that irresistable? Oh, what a curse!