an hour ago, my family and i ate at luyong restaurant. luyong restaurant is a local restaurant here in marikina city. as far as i know, there are several branches here but i don't know if there are any outside the city.
as i was eating, people were staring. at first, i thought, they were staring at me. but, then, i realize they were staring at the people at my back. i was tempted to look but they were too close to me. i don't want to embarrass myself, so i didn't.
as i continue eating, people are still staring. it was annoying. i thought maybe one of them is a celebrity or a politician or someone famous. after a couple of minutes, we finished eating.
as i stood up, i try to look but i was unable to. our car was facing the restaurant so if i sit in front i could see who they were. when i sat down, i saw them. there were three of them -- an old guy and two young boys, definitely twinks. the twinks were handsome and looked clean and decent. the old guy is in his 60s or 70s and he's gay -- my gay radar never fails me.
that was the moment it crossed my mind -- will i be like him someday? will i be an old gay man hiring young boys? i know there is nothing wrong with that, as long as there are above 18 -- consenting adults.
i'm already 33 years old and i'm single. i want to grow old with someone. i don't want to judge him because i don't know him. but, these things came to my mind as i looked at them. there is a part of me, that i wish i could be like him -- dating two young boys at the same time and with no care in the world. then, there's another part of me, that i don't want to be him.
i'm already 33 years old and i'm single. i want to grow old with someone. i don't want to judge him because i don't know him. but, these things came to my mind as i looked at them. there is a part of me, that i wish i could be like him -- dating two young boys at the same time and with no care in the world. then, there's another part of me, that i don't want to be him.
i was so quick to judge. i felt so sad, not for him -- maybe, but for me. i don't know what will happen to me in the future. will i find someone to grow old with? will i grow old alone?
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