Rendezvous
“Scoot over, [Mistress]. I’m feeling sleepy.”
I scooted over to the side, my breasts practically flattened to the wall, as another classmate squeezed in his huge frame between myself and TheIdealMan in the miniscule bed. “Oh, guys, come on,” I muttered, “I can’t breathe in here!”
My classmates laughed. Another day at the PGI Quarters. A full-blown whole-day citywide brown-out and a 5:00 PM class with Dr. Lee at Radiology has resulted into my hanging out at the PGI Quarters at noon. I wasn’t really much of a siesta person so I figured, since the hospital has a generator and all, it would probably be a cooler place for killing time than sweating like a pig and dying of boredom at home. Of course, I had forgotten that lunchtime was usually the time of the day when the PGI Quarters was most packed.
Cocolee, official class clown-slash-heartthrob was in the middle of telling an anecdote about a former Psychiatry patient he met during his rotation at IM when my cellphone rang.
“Hello?”
Yup… It was Mcplayer.
“Meet me at the Doctor’s Quarters. The one near the Burn Ward?”
I smiled. “What time?”
“Now.”
I laughed. “Okay.”
A quick tug-of-war between my hair and the hairbrush, a few strokes with the lipstick and a couple spritz of my perfume and I was all-set. I was about to walk inconspicuously out the door when Eve called me. We were both under Dr. Lee’s class but she usually comes in early because of – get this! – her insatiable appetite to learn… Yes, I too believe she must be suffering from some kind of a disease… “Hey, [Mistress], where are you going?”
Think, [Mistress], think. “Uhmmm… lunch.”
“I’ll go with you. I haven’t had my lunch yet.”
“Uhmmm…” Shit! What the hell— “I’m having lunch with my Mom.”
Eve scrunched her face. “Oh, well. No thanks. I’ll just wait for Doc Badz instead.”
I simply nodded and headed towards the Burn Ward, a cat-ate-the-canary smile practically pasted on my face. There’s something incredibly naughty about keeping secrets. The mere fact that you’re keeping something from other people makes rendezvous-ing so much more… what’s the word?… Delicious?…
And there he was, waiting for me by the door of the Doctor’s Quarters.
From afar, I can just imagine that expression on his face, as he watched me walk towards him. Those intense eyes, boring through me, as if he was planning to eat me up in one unexpected moment. The lips partly pouting, partly smirking, as if he knew something about me that even I didn’t know… He was very dangerous grounds, I know, but somehow, sparks flew and I was hooked to him like Mighty Bond between the pads of your fingers.
Mcplayer smiled at me and tugged on my hand as I walked into the Doctor’s Quarters. “Hi, baby,” he greeted, kissing me lightly on the cheek.
I grinned. “Hey, have you had lunch yet?”
“Yes. You?”
I nodded. “So, how was your day?”
He started playing with my hair, twirling them in between his fingers. “Don’t ask,” he answered, rolling his eyes for emphasis. “It was quite toxic at the ward this morning. Thank God that’s all done now. At least, now I finally get to rest.” He then leaned his head on my lap and closed his eyes.
“Oh, poor you,” I teased and started playing with his hair.
He laughed. “Stop! You’ll mess up my hair.” He then grabbed my hands and held them firmly, his fingers fitting perfectly in between my own.
I swatted him playfuly. “So, aren’t you going to ask how my day is?”
He looked at me guiltily. “Oh, haven’t I asked you yet?”
I laughed and pretended to look mad. “Heh!”
He laughed and held me closer. “Uyyy… hahaha… You’re mad at me…I’m sorry, baby. I’m just so tired. Okay, so how was your day?”
“I found out Rockstar got his new girlfriend pregnant.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Rockstar, your ex?”
I nodded.
“With the same girlfriend who was the reason why you two broke up?”
I pretended to look offended. “Did you have to remind me?… Yeah, I guess so. I heard his parents are having a problem right now because they can’t exactly get married yet since the girl is only 16 years old.”
“What did you feel when you heard the news?”
“I don’t know. Mixed emotions. Mostly, I felt surprised.”
“Knowing Rockstar, were you actually even surprised?”
“No. I was just surprised that it actually happened. I kinda felt sorry for him because from what I heard, he’s still jobless until now and now he’s become one of the statistics that he used to vow he would never become – an unwed father.”
“Too bad for him… Baby, that’s karma.”
“Yeah. I guess… Actually, I felt sad as well. More for myself, not for him.”
“Why? Do you still miss him?”
I laughed. “No… Honestly, I think I felt sad because… how come he got his girlfriend pregnant and not me?”
He laughed. “Aba! And you mean you actually wanted him to get you pregnant?”
I giggled. “Hehehe…Just kidding.”
“You know, it’s quite easy to get anyone pregnant. What’s difficult is to raise children.”
“Yes, dad,” I teased, kissing him quickly on the lips. “I was just joking.”
“But if you really want a baby,” he turned and before I knew it, my back was practically reclining on the white standardized sheets of the hospital bed, “I am quite easy to talk to. You want us to start making one now?”
I laughed. “Heh! You’re so bad!”
“No, I’m just being a good friend. You know, I’m always ready to lend a helping hand… So, if you really want to get pregnant now, I’ll lend you my body. Free of charge.”
I smiled. “You’re crazy!” I told him, before giving him a quick smack.
He then looked at me inquisitively. “Honestly speaking, I am not going to get mad. Do you think you’re completely over him?”
I looked at him and found myself surprised by what I saw in his eyes. It was fear, fear that he was actually going to lose me… Ha! I guess he has realized it so much earlier than I did… What started out as friendship, a fling, a relationship that was just supposed to test the waters has finally turned out to be so much more. Damn hell… how was it that I never realized it until now? Or maybe I was just so much in denial about it, afraid of getting hurt again, that I didn’t want to face what’s right there infront of me?… Until now…
Oh, shit. What the hell am I gonna do?
“I’m over him.”
“How sure are you?”
I looked at him. “I just do.”
He kissed the back of my hand and didn’t say another word.
“Baby?” I called.
“Yeah?”
“Wanna know something?”
“What?”
“I’m just as scared about this as you are.”
He turned to me, smiled and kissed my forehead. He understood. Words weren’t needed because he felt it too. And it was clearly enough for now.
Hanging Out With My Drunk Boyfriend at 2 o’ clock in the Morning
Coming home for a short weekend vacation from the community, I decided to go for a night-out with my highschool friends. Somewhere around past 1 AM, Mcplayer called me up and asked me where I was. As we were already about to call it a night, Mcplayer decided to meet up with me after he himself had attended a birthday party for one of the surgery consultants. Because we were all poor chaps with no cars (but apparently with money to go out for drinks), Mcplayer agreed to drop off my friends home first. Drunk to the point of no return, he regaled my friends and I with stories about how one time he was so drunk yet he was made the designated driver that he ended up smashing their car on the side of a truck. Despite his ability to drive in a relatively safe speed and still recognize the meaning of changing colors of the traffic lights, my friends and I began to fear for our life. As they sat at the backseat, a couple of them texted me.
Damn u, [mistress]. Dis car is a Death Trap.
If we die in dis Death Trap, our ghosts r sooo goin 2 haunt u evry nyt.
From the back seat, away from my boyfriend’s watchful eyes, my friends sign languaged choking my neck and I just smiled at them sheepishly in the hopes that they will forgive me should anything happen to us. Mcplayer, oblivious of what his revelations had stirred in us, continued chatting brazenly, unaware of my embarrassment and of how he was making a total ass of himself.
Afterwards, as we lay in bed together and tried to nurse his drunkenness and my own throbbing headache, we got to talking. Funny the things you find out when you’re with people who are inebriated to the point that they cannot help anymore what comes out of their mouth. Their loss of inhibition can be an eye opener. Mcplayer wasn’t really a funny guy but I was completely amused with the things spewing out of his mouth that night.
“I’m so drunk, [mistress].
“I know.”
“You know, I’ve wronged you so much, [mistress].”
I raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Remember when you texted me this afternoon? I couldn’t reply to you right away because I was actually with my girlfriend.”
I just nodded my head and shrugged nonchalantly. “I kind of assumed that already.”
“But you,” he looked me in the eye, almost sincerely. “You’re different. I like being with you more. You stimulate me mentally and physically.”
“Yeah, right,” I replied back, smirking sarcastically. I lit a cigarette and shared a drag with him.
“[Mistress], why are we doing this, [mistress]?”
I laughed.
“Hey, don’t laugh. Why are you laughing?… Do you love me, [mistress]?”
I started laughing even harder.
“I’m serious. [Mistress], do you love me?”
I smiled at him sweetly. “And who told you that I loved you?”
“I know you do. I don’t think you’ll still keep on seeing me even if you knew I have a girlfriend if you don’t really love me.”
I shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Let’s get married, [mistress]. When do you want to get married?”
“Year 2008. When I’m 28 and have already passed my Board Exams.”
“Okay. I’ll wait… I’m so drunk, [mistress]. Why don’t we just live together?”
I laughed even harder.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Anakan mo na lang ako, [mistress]. (Bear me a child, [mistress]).
I laugh aloud.
“I’m serious. I want to have a son with you, [mistress].”
“Go and ask your other girlfriend for a son.”
“But I want it with you. I want to see the fruit of our relationship.”
“But why me?” I asked him.
“Because I know you’ll take very good care of him.”
I took another drag from my cigarette and blew the smoke to the ceiling. “Let’s talk about that some other time. I am not yet ready for that.”
“Then, let’s get married, [mistress]. When do you want to get married? Next week? Next month? Next year? We’ll just have a civil wedding first.”
I smiled and took his face in my hands. “Look, baby, I am not yet ready to get marrried… Besides, why should I marry you? I’m very idealistic when it comes to marriage. If I was to get married, it’s going to be with someone whom I’m perfectly sure would be completely faithful to me.” I then punctuated the statement with a quick kiss on his lips.
“Okay… If you don’t want to marry me, then let’s still see each other even when you’re already married, okay?”
I started laughing again.
“Don’t laugh. Promise me we’ll still see each other even when you’re already married, okay?”
There was no way I’d allow that to happen but hey, if it rocks his socks off knowing that I would, then, by all means. “If you can find me, baby.”
“I’ll look for you.”
“Oh, really now?… God, you’re so drunk
My Grey’s Anatomy Moment
If you ever watched Grey’s Anatomy, you might have been familiar with Patrick Dempsey’s role as the hot neurosurgeon Dr. Derek Shepherd or Mcdreamy, as he was nicknamed by the surgical interns, who had an on-and-off relationship with the show’s protagonist, Meredith Grey, played by Ellen Pompeo.
I too had my Mcdreamy and his name was Mcplayer.
Mcplayer was one of the most brilliant non-married surgeons in the hospital where I once worked. We first met while I was still a clerk and he was my senior resident. We had a professional student-teacher relationship and because he was known to be brilliant in his field, I was at first glad to be under his team.
It was not love at first sight.
Mcplayer was not really as good-looking as Mcdreamy. He was short, but smart and very charming, a true testament of the phrase “Small but Terrible.” Like all famous brilliant minds, he was moody and was known for his temper. I, who was better known for my analyzing skills and not for my technical, was not an easy student to teach. Many times he would slap my hand hard if I was holding the forceps the wrong way during my suturing. My co-clerk and I were petrified of him so since there were two residents in our team, she and I would fight over who gets to assist the junior resident since nobody wants to assist Mcplayer and receive the brunt of his short temper first thing in the morning during our bedside rounds.
When I finished my rotation in Surgery and moved to another department of the hospital, we would occasionally bump with each other at the hallways, at the Clerk’s Quarters, where he frequently hung-out for a smoke, or during inter-departmental referrals. It was then that he started openly flirting with me. I was surprised by this overture and didn’t really take him seriously at first. He did, after all, have a reputation as a player and I was still intimidated by him. But I liked the attention so I started flirting back, subtly of course, and only when none of my classmates were around.
It came to a point that he had started sending me text messages to say he missed me, wherein I was letting him hold my hand affectionately and occasionally, cornering me in the toilet, for a quick kiss. I was single and bored at that time. I figured, okay, no harm in killing time with his guy until someone better comes along, so I played along with his flirtations until my rotation at the hospital ended.
The night after my last day of clerkship, he called me up on my cellphone.
“I want to see you.”
I laughed. “What? It’s the middle of the night.”
“Come on, let’s go out on a date. Are you free?”
I checked my watch. It was past 9 in the evening. “I’m already at home. You know I can’t go out anymore once I arrive at the house already.”
“Come on. Just get out for a while. We won’t take too long.”
I contemplated telling him goodnight and turning my phone off.
“Come on. Where do you live?”
I sighed in exasperation and I gave him instructions to the way to our house. “You can’t come over. My parents are here.”
“Just sneak out for a while. I’m driving and on my way there now.”
Annoyed but feeling somewhat excited, I told my parents I just had to load my cellphone at a nearby store and then I snuck out. I met him at the corner going into our subdivision and I hurriedly snuck into the front seat. We then drove towards my house and parked his car a couple blocks away from ours.
And then, he kissed me – lips, mouth, tongues all going into the crevices of my mouth – as if he had been dating me for a long time.
Now, as a Filipina, I had been brought up conservatively, but not strictly, by goal-oriented parents. Prior to Mcplayer, I’ve never just “hooked up” with anybody that quickly. I never kiss on first dates, did not have one-night stands (and still don’t, mind you!), only sleep with boyfriends I’m actually inlove with and never ever let strangers into my mouth without dinner and a movie first. Even when I started dating someone exclusively, it takes a few days before I start kissing a guy the French way.
But it must have been the dry spell – I haven’t exactly made out with anybody for almost a year prior to that – or the excitement of an older and so much more intelligent man – after all, how many clerks can brag that they have made out with the most wanted bachelor surgeon in the hospital? – that I found myself letting him kiss me and kissing him back as well.
So, like teenagers parked in some Lover’s Lane, we made out and interspersed conversations in between with major smooching sessions. Until we must have been making serious Titanic fogging on the windows, that the next thing he blurted out from the corner of his mouth while doing serious liplock with me was:
“Blow me, [mistress].”
Enter sound of album screeching to a halt.
I pulled away from him. Did I just hear him right? “Excuse me?”
“I said, blow me, [mistress].
I laughed. “Are you horny?”
“Yes, it’s your fault.”
Are guys really that easily stimulated? A simple tonguelock and they get a hard-on? I haven’t even made use of my moves yet. Hell, my hands haven’t even traveled anywhere below his clavicle.
“You’re serious?”
He smiled, looking a little pained – from the serious case of blue balls that he was developing probably. “Yes.”
I am sooo not giving a complete stranger a blowjob, a few meters away from my house, even if he is the hottest bachelor in town. It just totally goes against all my principles.
“Uhmmm… I can’t.”
“Come on… please?”
“No.”
“Come on… I’m so horny.”
I rolled my eyes. “How about we compromise?”
So we did. When I left his car a few minutes later, I was still shaking my head in disbelief how through some strange perverted way that even I until now cannot fathom, I had made out this well-known figure from the hospital, whose name will probably grace the pages of journals of the Philippine Surgery Association in the near future.
So now, he got himself a major case of the blue balls.
I, on the other hand, got myself a boyfriend.
- i only wish we could have looked this cute when we made out in his car -
