Patrick and I have become "really good" friends. We have now leveled up to texting each other, from what used to be communicating exclusively on messenger. Another crazy thing is that I have spent most of my April and mid-May 2017 weekends with him. From random dinner dates to road trips to far off areas.
For the sake of acknowledging his statement I just spoke out, "Bitaw noh! ( Right!) Funny how you suddenly became my weekend buddy."
"What is even more funny is how we look related to each other, a patient we were both handling once asked me if you were my cousin, since to her we look alike." he added
"What? I do not think we look alike! You have way smaller eyes and I feel like I have puffier cheeks."
"I want to tell you something though..."
"What is it?"
"I think I really like... (at this point I was already feeling the shakes of kilig), I really like it when we personally have late night conversations together. I rarely get to do this now that most of my batchmates are already busy with their careers and their own families."
I knew I had to get him a bit buzzed so that he would talk more and so I can date rape him. So I proposed a challenge to outdrink him tonight.
"The alcoholic in me wants to drink the night away in the nearby place after dinner. Since we both do not have anything better to do tomorrow anyways." I said to him
He gave a cheeky smile and agreed.
As we drove to our next location, I could not help but notice our elbows touching in the center compartment between our seats of my car. He didn't bother to move and I pretend to not notice but I swear our elbows touched for like a good fifteen minutes. (I know! Dorky me!)
We drank about two big bottles of Emperador only to realize that I have lost to him at my own game (My liver was not cooperating with me this time). He out-drank me! I was too drunk to do anything that I started puking all over the place, so drunk that I puked on myself.
I was expecting him to feel angry for letting him go through the hassle of me being drunk. Since he couldn't drive and that I was too drunk to do anything. He rented a room for us to stay the night.
He technically dragged me to the room and tried to depants me.
"Help me take those off, so I can wash out your vomit."
I obliged. I gave him my shirt and unbuttoned my pants and he started to scrub off the soiled area with laundry soap. (Up until now I still wonder where he got the laundry soap...)
So here I am just in my underwear. I feel ashamed.
I had to blurt out "sorry for the hassle", as he was hanging my pants to dry in the bathroom.
He looked at me and just gave me a smile.
"They did not have rooms with separate beds so I guess we are gonna have to share the bed for tonight till you get in a good condition to drive us back home."
Fuck! This was a blessing in disguise! I get to sleep with my crush.
"If it makes you feel better, we can sleep with pillows in between us" I said trying to make things seem straight
"It's fine, It's just one night. we do not have to put any malice" he said while giving me a weird look
"I sort of feel weird sleeping in just my underwear."
He got out of the bed and started to undress to his underwear.
"There you go. Now you don't have to feel all weirded out."
I woke up at the middle of the night, to see him still awake looking at the random photos he took for the day on his phone beside me. I knew I had to try and make a move, so I gave him a hug. He turned around and gave me a kiss on the cheek. From there it was confirmed that we both were into each other.. It explains a lot of things that have happened to us lately...
It felt like a scene in the movie but it's all real! My goodness! My gaydar was not broken after all! My crush plays for our team!