Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Sweet Secrets: Deceive to Please.

I was on the way home after a none-too-successful study session that involved more yakking and snacking than actual studying. The train was packed as usual, not sardine rush-hour packed but sufficiently cramped such that it left one with little space between other people. So it was thus that I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between a teenager (boy next door look, 17 years old max) and his mom. I say couldn't help overhearing because he was right beside me and his loud, clear voice was audible through the Enya playing on my headphones.

So anyway this boy was asking for permission to stay over at a guy friend's place cause it'd be convenient for them to go over to the chalet in Pasir Ris the next morning. And he was very earnest, even though he only explicitly mentioned 'please' once, the undertone of 'pleeeeeasee, pleeeeeasee' ran throughout the entire conversation. The desperate to get permission but trying to sound nonchalant about it and failing miserably kind of tone if you get my drift.

Then his mom (because only a mother would say something like that) must have told him not to do anything funny (which on hindsight is exactly what the mother used to say, only in more explicit terms- the woman who used to think going out 1 on 1 with a girl is prelude to sex, 2 guys = Brokeback Mountain and a party of 3 or more, potential Orgy) cause the boy went,"Huh? What do you mean by doing something funny?" He rapidly recovered though and promised her what she wanted to hear for he soon ended with a jubilant "Ya, I know. Thanks."

Rapid pressing of keypad. "Hello dear? Ya, can. *Beams* On the train now..Ok I'll see you there." And ended with a smile plastered on his face. Definitely not a casual friend on the other end. It could have been a hot chick but I strongly suspect our eager friend's a gay boy. Not that he looked/acted feminine or carried himself in the stereotypical gay sense (bent hand, etc). It's hard to put it down precisely, it's the little things said and done plus the feeling or 'vibes' if you prefer, that you get.

And when he got off the train at Toa Payoh, he strode off at a brisk trot, the bounce in his stride of anticipated pleasure and barely suppressed glee reinforced by that faint smile still lingering on his face. The what I like to call 'Gonna get laid' look.

Which brought back fond memories of the lodestone of excuses Army provided: guard duty, going outfield for exercise, parades, etc just to spend the night with Sean.

Ah, the lies we speak for the pleasures we seek.


sinlady said...

don't we all have fond memories of the good old days when everything was uncharted territory? and now, being older, we can spot what the kids are up to. parents are the most clueless adults around.

Aelgtoer said...

Heh heh as usual, a very astute observation you made there SL. :)

wildgoose said...

Maybe parents prefer not to know. :p
Is it true, a gay guy can spot another from a mile away? I knew a couple of guys for a few years in Uni without realising they're gay! Not that it makes a difference to me. I suppose I can be clueless that way.

Suzie Wong said...

Been there done that :p

Aelgtoer said...

WG: Lol, a mile might be pushing it a bit, but yes generally it's quite easy for a gay guy to spot another, straight acting as he may be.
Don't ask me how though ^^ And of course you get the rare one or two whose gaydar is so terok, they won't even know if Kumar's in front of em. But yeah, it doesnt make much of a difference la:P

Suzie: Heh haven't we all!:P

Jonathan said...

I love your description of the "gonna get laid" look, reminds me of the time I was in a long distance thinggie - quite sure I had the same look and spring in my step when "tonight" was the night, haha....

Aelgtoer said...

Haha, yeah I understand where you're coming from. The Long Distance Relationship usually amplifies the urges and the corresponding 'gonna get laid' look.
I probably looked like a grinning fool everytime the Other Half came back from Aust. on one of those woefully short breaks. lol.