Last night the 28th was a shock. The sights might have been pleasant (littered with pleasant faced specimens of humanity, commercially speaking), but nonetheless a shock. I had never seen so many Gay men in my life. Kissing, hugging, dancing on the streets. Nothing wrong, though. For a bright-eyed foreigner, the sights were certainly interesting. But like I've always said, the bar scene is not for me. Abundant eye candy or otherwise, bars and parties don't work for me.
I didn't hate that night. Not at all. Malate is just simply not the place that I'd enjoy going to. Bars, disco, flirting, beer, smokes, and karaoke are just not my cup of tea. I find them boring, and empty, and again boring. I'm not saying the people who enjoy that scene are empty (and they sure aren't boring). What I'm saying is that the 'dance and date' scene is not enough for me. Sorry for wanting more. But I want something real to pierce me, melt me, touch me...see me.
I guess my choices for hangout places are vanilla, if that's what you want to call it. But I prefer that scene; I choose that scene. That soothing, calming, almost romantic scene.
I know, the chances I'd meet someone would have to be in places where disco and flirting reign supreme. Very high possibilities. I bet the hottest people in the metropolis meet up there. But I trust my faith, that I'd meet my own shy love in my own special place. The Gods know where that place is, all I have to do is wait.
I know, it sounds far-fetched to wait for a heaven-sent genius cutie, but my whole life has been pretty much of a long bow anyway. So I guess there's a chance with that dream. (Oh Gods, let there be!)
***I'm not sure (as the photographer isn't either) whether these two are friends or what, but there's definitely something sweet and cute about these two lads from Brazil.