If there was an option to create a second title for this entry, it would have been "Never shit where you sleep" – or at least in this case, work.
Last week, we got a new staff member from China – Kim. Actually, parang graduate exchange siya – and he's cute. Matangkad, strangely dark for someone from China, super broad shoulders and cute smile. In short, SUPER guwapo. As always, laglag ang panty natin (but of course, being Maria Clara…)
Anyway, the head of the program approached me privately and asked me if I could show Kim the ropes (kasi naman ang ibang tao dito super bobo and boring!). Buti na lang Ms. Congeniality ako, so I said Shirley! (but in a more masculine manner). So I gave him the tour, kung saan yung coffee machine, water cooler, chuva – tapos may I notice ako sa kanyang hand. As in, hello! Super infected wound in his Mariang Palad dot com! Normally, ako wis care, diva? But I had to ask what happened (kasi naman it looked really bad).
When he mentioned it has been an open wound for the past 5 weeks, aba! May I turn from Wonder Woman into Florence Nightingale! I booked an appointment sa office clinic and had him sent over within 10 minutes. Ang galing ng lola niyo, noh?
Anyway, he came back with a cup of coffee for me! Ang sweet niya, divah? I actually didn't need the caffeine, pero sige naman akish. May I accept humbly and chenkyu.
Last Thursday night, I was carrying something at medyo na-injure ako. Parang sprain in my right forearm. Super painful so decided to splint it and hope it doesn't flare up the next day.
So I came in nursing a splint. When he saw me, abba chiquitita! May I volunteer sya to massage my arm! Ako naman game. So ayun! May he massage my arm till EVER and note, my hand was "gently resting" on his thigh. Because of where the pain is, my palm was actually on this thigh, and as the massage drew on, my hand kept getting closer and closer to his singit.
Now at this point, I began debating, should I be stupid or should I let sleeping penises lie? I mean, we were in my office, no one could see us and well, we could do stupid things if we wanted to – well, at least, if HE wanted to. Ako naman, game as always, hello!!!!
However, super mixed signals siya. I mean, I'm *sure* he felt my hand and there were times when I THOUGHT he was moving away, but my hand was still there in those regions! As in!
So I decided whynat, choknat? As he began massaging my lower biceps, I found my hand on his crotch. As in, I knew – despite the denim – his penis was roughly in between my fingers. It didn't take a genius to figure that out.
However, strangely enough, soft siya. And there was no way he could not have known about my hand. We were there! Hello! Hindi naman ako super bobo, noh??? At this point, the only thing he could have done to make things happen was to make eye contact and smile.
But the entire time, he was looking away. He looked like he was in deep thought during the hand-in-crotch event, and when the massage ended, he just smiled, stood up and said "God bless"
DESPITE THE FACT HE IS AN ATHEIST.
So I guess that was the last of that. I now wish I had not done it – but of course, this is wisdom working in retrospect. What can I do, eh?
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