The Adventures of Peter Valentine

November 18

Of the girls in the Ochenta y Seis chat group, Lisa the nurse in Vancouver had probably the biggest crush on Valentine from way back in high school.
Valentine had become more "butch" now, of course, after almost fifteen years of living in America, and after learning all about the whole wide spectrum of gender and sexuality in the rather liberal cities of the fabled "land of the free, and home of the brave."
The public expression of his embraced gayness is having fun with crazy feminine ideas in beauty, fashion, and art; but Valentine still loves, and is happy, with his male organ and skinny-boy body. He was never the type to consider sex change for himself, although he was rather effeminate in his younger years due to the learned faulty stereotypes in the Philippines.
After all, he grew up with Rambo, Fernando Poe, Jr., Lito Lapid, Richard Gomez, and the macho stereotype images of maleness and masculinity; and anyone who wasn't tough enough to play sports in his town, or who showed any talent in artistic and literary pursuits were easily tagged as sissies, limp wrists, or pussies. And those pejorative terms had somehow emasculated him, and his likes.
Still, Lisa adored him, secretly. Secretly, she loved him, and she wanted him for herself. She adored Valentine since childhood for the very things that made him effeminate in the eyes of the people around them: his kindness, gentleness, sophisticated taste, and finesse.
Valentine was never violent, never rough, never a bully. He was ever thoughtful, caring, and friendly to everyone but especially to children and older people. To Lisa, who was a Catholic, Valentine was a saint in the mold of St. Francis of Assisi. And she loved him so.
Lisa finished Education from a state college in the neighboring town, but her big break came in 1995 when she was matched off to a visiting Canadian tourist. She married Walter, and immigrated to Canada.
But Walter became abusive and after a few years, the battered wife divorced the Canadian construction worker. She hit rock bottom, but Lisa crawled back up, sacrificed a lot, until she was able to send herself to school, and become a nurse. From Victoria, where Walter lived, she moved to Vancouver, and reinvented herself as a nurse.
After Valentine married Martin in 2008, Lisa reconnected with her high school crush and classmate via Facebook, and they stayed great friends from then on. When Martin passed on, she offered her place in Vancouver, and Valentine stayed with her for a month to recuperate.
Lisa had never remarried after her divorce from Walter, and a few times after Martin, she tried to get in bed with Valentine when he visited her. He had kissed her, yes; and she had given him a blowjob when he was drunk as fuck. But he always withdrew when they both came too close to real fucking.
Perhaps that bruised Lisa more than anything. And to retaliate, she had cockblocked Valentine at least three times in the last ten years. And Luke Paclibar could be the fourth casualty.
There were Robert, Corbin, and Dexter for Valentine in Vancouver. And the worst of this was Corbin.
Valentine was in Vancouver in time for the 2017 Vancouver Pride Week, and since he hadn't really wanted to hook up, he dragged Lisa to the gay Mecca that was the Davie Village on the Saturday of the Pride Weekend.
Lisa confessed she had never gone to the Davie District for a gay thing, much more the Pride parade and celebrations. But she was so happy and excited that Valentine wanted to take her "for her education."
After cruising the long overcrowded street of rainbow love and unapologetic sex expression, the two were lucky to get inside the famous Fountainhead Pub for drinks. There they met the young Corbin, 27ish, sculpted and gorgeous, blue-eyed blond, and who was also just visiting from Quebec.
On Lisa's dare, Valentine flirted with Corbin. And Valentine flirted hard with his minimal French to impress the Quebecois. As it turned out, Corbin was rather amused by Valentine's efforts, and he found the older Filipino charming. He complimented Valentine by saying he didn't look older than 35.
Valentine flirted some more, offered a few more drinks, and Corbin, who was only planning to crash at some friend's couch after partying, was rather seduced.
Lisa suggested that the boys take their twosome to her house.
Valentine wanted to get a hotel instead, but he was also worried about Lisa going home alone even if the cab rides were relatively safe in Vancouver.
Lisa insisted, and they ended up in Lisa's house on Prince George's Street.
On the Uber ride home, Valentine and Corbin sat Lisa in the front with the older colored driver who spoke with a strong Indian accent, while they fondled and fumbled in the back seat.
That night, Lisa left Valentine and Corbin alone after two more glasses of wine. And Valentine and Corbin made great fantastic love until the morning. Valentine especially loved the taste of Corbin's soft tongue.
Sleeping very little, Valentine woke up and couldn't go back to sleep, so he spent time praying while he admired the still snoring, still naked Corbin—naked, heavenly, blond, and beautiful by the muted nightlamp. Then, he tiptoed out to the kitchen for his morning ritual of two glassful of water.
He was only finishing his second glass when Lisa, still yawning and stretching, joined him.
"Great night, huh?" She smiled wickedly.
But Valentine outsmiled her. "Oh, yeah!" He nodded his head to show great contentment, and then he shook it to express disbelief. "God, he's beautiful. I think I'm gonna marry him!"
Lisa was suddenly unhappy, and she didn't even dare to hide it. "Here you go rushing again. Will you just listen to yourself?" And she mocked Valentine's I think I'm gonna marry him.
"But I like him, and I think he's okay. We had a great time. We made love for over three hours!"
"You don't know him very well."
"But what I know is enough to tell me he's the one."
"Didn't he say that he was bisexual?" Lisa was now visibly vexed.
"But that only means that he can love me! And obviously, he was attracted to me enough to sleep with me last night."
"Or, you could just be a nice Pride weekend fuck."
"Now, that hurts. What's the deal with you? Why can't you just be happy for me?"
"Trust me, Valentine, you will thank me more for what I am about to do."