Used and Abused
Two episodes added to my harassment list.
Episode I.
Setting: Weekend joint birthday celebration party for 3
Synopsis: One of the lezzie-celebrants brought a straight lady friend who was acquainted with most of the party guests. After dinner, a round of card/party games and couple of cases of booze, the lady friend started acting weird and flirted with the lezzies! She started a kissing-dare game with almost all of the partygoers... some were sober enough to take advantage of the free kiss, haha! After almost all of the lezzies had their turn, the lady guest wasn’t satisfied and was having so much fun she started daring the gay men in the party. Nay, she started stalking them. The most senior gay guy couldn’t politely refuse and eventually gave in to the demand of a smack. Then came the loudest of all dares... a kiss with me! The lady guest went in a frenzy and was telling the whole gang that she could hardly wait and that she had me in mind all along (the nerve!). She even offered to pay 500bucks for a kiss.(Cheap!) The group then started howling and shouting albeit rowdily teasing and taunting me to give in. Here’s more, my boi also jokingly pushed me into the tiger’s den, so to speak. In the end, not wanting to be a party-poop, I gave in and experienced the longest 5 seconds of my life. The lady sloppily kissed and sucked on my upper lip as I tightly closed my eyes and held my breath for what seemed like infinity.
She was jubilant after that and the noise of the gang was just over the top.
To my mind, I felt abused but at least I seem to have given happiness to some people. To relieve myself of the discomfort, I drank and danced in a frenzy like there was no tomorrow.
* * *
Episode 2
Setting: a barber shop in a new mall
Synopsis: yesterday, Sunday, my boi and I decided to try a new barber shop in a mall nearby. I have stepped foot in a barbershop since my military training days back in college but since my boi was having his mane shaven to a semi-kal it was more practical indeed to go to the barber.
The barber assigned to me was young. He wore a nice cut fixed stylishly which somewhat assured me that it could be a pleasurable experience after all. I asked for a trim, not too short nor too thin. Just a little sprucing up of my all-too-normal hairstyle. Fast forward some 15 minutes later, he’s razored my hair into what would qualify me as an army plebe. Then he said if I wanted it waxed. Thinking he was going to style it into shape, I said okay.
He began by reclining the seat and covering my eyes with a towel. I thought, maybe he’ll give me a quick massage and put a hot towel thingy on my face. But no! He started putting dollops of sticky cream on my hair and massaged my head endlessly. I tried to raise my head and asked him what he was doing, he said that he was putting treatment wax just as I agreed to. I said I didn’t ask for any treatment to be done and that I thought he was referring to a styling wax. But it was too late, the darn barber tricked me into having a hair treatment I didn’t need nor asked for.
Fearing that further arguments may result to unruly behaviour or worse, an experimentation of my hair, I rested my case and laid there fuming. Before leaving, we made sure that the receptionist knew what happened and asked for the manager’s number. Clearly, what that barber did was deceptive and unprofessional.
I felt used, taken advantage of and took a venti caramel macchiato to ease the anger and frustration.
*sigh*