I was supposed to fly to Bangkok last night but it so happened that due to the APEC carmageddon, the usually 1-hour drive to NAIA exploded to 6 hours. My uber driver was patient, and I was too, but patience was not enough. In short, I missed my flight, and exhausted me, after walking, running, rolling, and tumbling to the airport went home hungry and bone-weary. I thought to myself, I need to do something a bit different to deal with this temporary trauma. I needed some magic. So magic I called for. SMSd the magic number and called for home service massage.
His name was Hiro. I remember him distinctly as he was my therapist the very first time I visited the defunct Bay Leaf Spa in Quezon Avenue, Quezon City. I met him in January 2012 and almost 4 years later, I am visited in my humble abode by this guy for a home service massage. The moment he stepped into my entrance door, I noticed that he has changed considerably — still chinito and guwapo, but I sensed a certain confidence, gravitas, underneath that winsome, cheerful smile. He has also put on a fair amount of muscle mass, not too much, but just right for one to feel the urge to hug and be lost inundated by that masculine embrace. Of course I did not throw myself to him — not right away — I composed myself and offered him to sit on my chesterfield. Brought out some drinks but he insisted on water only. Who am I to say to disagree, as I know full well that this is just the calm before the storm? Hahaha!