(no subject)
As I gathered my things, laptop, mobile phone, heavy-ass organizer, lots of ballpens, from my spot in the hotel lobby, Mr. Piano Man begins to play Somewhere in Time. I decide to take the elevator this time, since I did not want a repeat of last night's sleeping-in-the-stairwell episode.
The elevator stops at the second floor and I am pissed at the thought of having to share a confined claustrophia-inducing space with a stranger. The doors open and there he was, in a white polo and glasses, clutching his room key.
Sweet Jesus.
The subject of my now-locked previous entry asks me where I was the entire afternoon. Did I go to this place with his mother after we toured the church? I told him no, I was working in the lobby, holding up my laptop bag for emphasis. Dude, kung alam mo lang that my typing furiously and almost tearfully in the hotel lobby had nothing to do with my job and everything to do with you. He prods me further about my work, says that its great that I run my own company. Yeah, I told him, since I'm the only person in it anyway.
The elevator opens to my floor. He holds the door before they close and says, "There's another party at the club tonight. "I'll see you there okay?". He had this hopeful/unsure look on his face that I could have forgiven him for anything. With those last words, he let go of his hold on the elevator doors and they closed, leaving me alone in a silent hallway.
The elevator stops at the second floor and I am pissed at the thought of having to share a confined claustrophia-inducing space with a stranger. The doors open and there he was, in a white polo and glasses, clutching his room key.
Sweet Jesus.
The subject of my now-locked previous entry asks me where I was the entire afternoon. Did I go to this place with his mother after we toured the church? I told him no, I was working in the lobby, holding up my laptop bag for emphasis. Dude, kung alam mo lang that my typing furiously and almost tearfully in the hotel lobby had nothing to do with my job and everything to do with you. He prods me further about my work, says that its great that I run my own company. Yeah, I told him, since I'm the only person in it anyway.
The elevator opens to my floor. He holds the door before they close and says, "There's another party at the club tonight. "I'll see you there okay?". He had this hopeful/unsure look on his face that I could have forgiven him for anything. With those last words, he let go of his hold on the elevator doors and they closed, leaving me alone in a silent hallway.