ilikeDAYdreams#1: Poleng Guy


*PS. excuse my tenses in this blog. lol I’m all over the place with it haha.

I want to just be able to just breathe in all of the beauty that you exude. I want to be able to feel the sensation of your love. I want to be able to trust that you and I were meant to be.

I want that romantic moment and I’m still waiting for it. I’ve had a small taste of what it could be like and I guess I jumped the gun when I did because it felt so good. Those movie moments which make us all go crazy. Those unexpected moments that make us go “hmmm” and then leave us smiling because it was nice.

So I guess last night I was fantasying my “guy” at Poleng – I knew it was to good to be true, but it didn’t hurt to dream. I spotted the guy that was wearing a white sweater who was bald with a line up. I guess I spotted him because he was well dressed and clean. He kept walking around the bar and I would find it odd running into him. There was a point where we were so close to each other that I sniffed if he had a scent.

I was excited and I wanted to just – ask him if he was. It would have been nice if he was – then he could have bumped into me and said something along the lines of, “Hey…I’m not sure if you’re…but…I’m guessing you are…I was wondering if I could buy you a drink.” and after all that was said that night – that sentence would be the last thing I remember. He would be discrete about it to not bring too much attention – he’d motion me to sit down at the table and drink. He’d say something along the lines of “I saw you when I walked in…and you looked familiar…but I guess you caught my attention.” I then would start to get red and then smile. The loud music, people walking by, and the environment would just fade in the background as I just focus on him in front of me.

We would talk about where we’re from and find that we have similar interest and know similar people. I’d find out he wasn’t too much in the scene, but knows enough about it. He’d wink at me and smile and I’d joke with him by saying, “Something wrong with your eye?” and he’d laugh and say, “Aw like that? haha…you’re cute.” He’d then have to leave for a bit because his homies are asking him for a shot. I told him I’d catch him later while I find my own friends.

20 mins later I find myself dancing to a classic with my group…straight in my direction I spot my guy. Dancing like he was a professional from ABDC. His swag and his moves would be so entertaining that I’d forget about the person I was dancing with. He looks at my direction and then winks again from a far. He notices that I’m watching him.

After the song ends he slowly moves towards my direction…he brushes his shoulder against mine and smoothly clench my hand then walks to the bar. I smile and continue what I was doing…

The night ends and I don’t see him anymore. I start to head towards the exit sad that I can’t find him. Suddenly, he appears in front of me and smiles. He hands me a piece of paper…its his number.

=] THEHEHEHEHEE.

One Comment to “ilikeDAYdreams#1: Poleng Guy”

  1. Reading this gave me one of those moments, where you just bite your lip and have that moment; that second of excitement because you know you’ve thought or felt something similar..and you just burst in excitement because it makes you feel…i don’t know…i don’t know….i read this really late but i just discovered you, and what you have to offer…excuse any mistakes i may have made..

    P.S
    The Teehee at the end gave me one of those moments that i have coined ‘GayRage’ where your extremely like flail happy and smile because it makes that moment, that day, the week…if you understand what i mean đŸ˜‰

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