From a recent conversation over beer at a bar somewhere in Ortigas.
Me: I have a question.
Him: What is it?
Me: Do you like me?
Him: Yes, I do.
I started noticing HIM on the floor when he came in as a new hire. Tall and cute, one really can't miss out on him. Eye candy, so to speak.
Then he started to talk.
"Ay puta, babakla-bakla," I said to myself. I thought that was the end of it as I focused my attention back to the reports on hand.
"Hi, can I join you?"
I was planning to have a quiet dinner at the office pantry as I went up the 8th floor. It was a particularly long and tiresome day, and I was looking forward to some downtime before heading home. As I looked up from the food that I was about to eat, there he was, standing right by the table and holding the tray of his own dinner.
"Sure," I replied in a indifferent manner.
"I'm HIM, by the way.
"Ay. Were you the one who evaluated me? I got kasi an email."
"No. You're not on my list. Someone else did, I guess. They just used my credentials to generate the evaluation."
He chirped away animatedly all throughout dinner. To be fair about it, I was polite all throughout the interaction, even interested and conversant. In the span of probably 40 minutes or so, I learned a lot about him. I did ask all the right questions for him to latch on to. Not that he needed coaxing, of course. He's a natural conversationalist, picking off at any topic on hand.
And here I was, hoping for some peace and downtime.
1. He is out. He's also soft and effeminate enough that he won't be mistaken for a straight guy (unless he stands still and keeps quiet). I always tease him that if it's the last thing I'll ever do, I'll make a man out of him.