The First Move

I must say, I have newfound admiration for gay guys who are courageous enough to "make the first move"/take initiative/come onto some guy.

Something that happened last night inspired this post. Night out at La Queen with someone-- they have really done up the place by the way-- after we have been formally introduced to the group, one of them started coming on really strongly towards the friend I was with. It takes hell a lot of guts to blatantly offer yourself out there, baring everything from rejection to humiliation. Putting yourself in the most vulnerable position possible. You don't know if he's into you or not, is he friendly just out of politeness? Is that guy next to him his boyfriend or merely a friend?

He started out with a casual fact on something that had a local context-- my friend is Singaporean. Then dragging him onto the dance floor. Then started to grind. I don't know if they proceeded onto other things (the friend claims they had not), for I left at one point to sit by at the side, laughing away to myself.

Then came the eventual "what's your number"; he asked for my friend's MSN on his phone with the added excuse- "I can't save it unless I have your number". Wow, way cool-- and my friend obliged.

See, the guy isn't hot at all. Therefore I must bow in serious admiration for his confidence, for I know I would never, ever have done the same if I were to be in his shoes.

Later that night I didn't even dare to say I was extremely jealous, even though the scene was so perfectly set-- cool air from the air cond, still mildly high from the alcohol that was consumed earlier, outside a grubby convenience store somewhere in Jalan P Ramlee.