Penis Doodles On The Bathroom Walls Of Impermanence

Fitting Room

What I like about sex sa fitting room sa department store sa mall is that it is very emotional. There is the fear of getting caught, that panicking hurriedness, and that horny passion. It is these strong emotions that empower moments na when they become memory to us, ang lakas pa din ng powers nito that it'll make us feel things like what we felt when we were in that moment.

So imagine, you're no longer together nung jowang mong naka-kantutan mo do'n sa fitting room; you're happily separated, putting everything in the past and by that I mean, full disconnection-no talks.

Then suddenly, 3 years passed, nagkita ulit kayo sa grocery. She has a cart and you see na may Itlog na pula s'yang binili. You also have a cart and she sees na you bought these jars of peanut butter and jelly. Now you both remember the time when you introduced each other's tongue to these unusual tastes; you taught her itlog na pula is actually good, she taught you peanut butter and jelly sa sandwich is actually good, and now, it's part of each of your grocery carts.

Well, for formalities you exchange a greeting "Hello."

She looked more beautiful now and, secretly, you hoped na sana single s'ya. Pero hope, you later realize, is not enough. You wanted to know. So wherever her cart rolled, your cart also rolled; if she was browsing the meat section, you were also browsing the meat section. Pero you were silent the entire time, being coquettish. So finally she strikes little conversations with you; she asks you how's your mom and dad. You answer. You ask how's her mom and dad. You find out na namatay na yung mama n'ya, along with her dog na you used to play with before. You feel sorry, pero she says it's fine na. She opens up more information about herself, until you found an opening to maneuver the conversation towards the info na gusto mong malaman: you say, "Ba't ikaw lang mag-isa nag-go-grocery? 'Di ka sinamahan ng jowa mo?"

"Wala akong jowa eh." She answers, smiling.

Smiling because she's intelligent, she knows what you're up to. Well, you're smiling too, because you know that she knows what you're up to. This is exactly what you wanted; for her to get these mixed signals.

Well, mapupunta yung kamay n'ya ngayon sa Tender Juicy na makikita n'yo. She grabs one. "Mahilig ka pa din ba sa hotdog?" you ask.

Now paborito n'ya talaga ang hotdog, so she says, smiling, "Oo, mahilig pa din."

Now you say, "I remember nung isang birthday mo, cinelebrate natin dati; puro hotdog lang handa natin, yung naka-BBQ stick ta's may marshmallow sa dulo." She smiles at this reminiscing.

"Tayong dalawa lang nun eh," she cooperates to your nostalgic trip, as she's laughing, "kasi wala tayong inimbita."

She's fallen to your trap, you think, because after n'yong kumain nung hotdog, marshmallow kebab, ibang hotdog na kinain n'ya-and this is exactly what you wanted; for her to be reminded of your dick.

Now as your carts rolled along the aisle, slowly being filled with grocery items, you take her to a trip down memory lane, at dahil nasa mall kayo, you remind her of those memories that happened in the mall. She remembers them all that the details you've missed, her memory supplied. You were now both looking back- towards the fourth floor arcade where you had your first kiss; towards the fountain where you threw coins making wishes, at sinita kayo ng guard na bawal nga mag-tapon ng barya do'n; towards the table sa Jollibee, kung saan kayo kumakain kapag nagka-cutting class as you both remarked, "Ang landi natin dati."

And then..

Napunta na kayo sa department store memory.

You say to her, "Naalala mo ba yung nasa department store tayo?" You see her eyes glimmer in recognition, her face flushed red in shame.

"Aaah, oo yun," she smiles, replying with malice, "yung binilhan kita ng damit?"

"Oo, yun," you nod, recognizing what she's doing, "ta's sinamahan mo'ko sa fitting room para isukat yung damit na binili mo."

"Ta's hinubad mo yung suot mong damit, ta's sinukat mo yung damit na binili ko." She says, grinning.

"Oo, ta's napunit pa kasi masikip." You say to her.

"Grabe yun," she finishes, "gusto mo bilhan ulit kita ng damit?" And suddenly, your heart palpitates, the butterflies flutter, and the dick erects. You are once again in that fitting room and this is exactly what she wanted; for you to be reminded of her body.

Then she says, "Charot." smiling.

But you're intelligent, and you know what she's up to, and she knows that you know what she's up to. This is exactly what she wanted; for you to get these mixed signals.