Blue shorts

I am unusually drawn to blue things that sometimes, I feel like a Satin Bowerbird—you know, that Australian bird that collects blue things to decorate his nest.

Yesterday, when I picked up my passport from the British embassy—I’m going to London—I passed by Magasin and bought a pair of shorts in a delicious shade of blue.

It’s still hot today, so I decided to wear them to the office.

They are from Mads Nørgaard, a well-known Danish designer. My other pair of shorts I posted here are also from Mads Nørgaard. I like them because they are slim-fitting and tapered…

…and they make my ass look good…

So last night, I was talking to one of my friends and I realized, I haven’t had sex in almost three weeks and I haven’t noticed it. Usually, whenever I reach the 2-weeks-without-sex mark, I get cranky and all I can think about is getting jackhammered in the butt.

But probably, since I became busy with the summer sales and preparing for my London trip, having sex is the farthest thing from my mind.

Which is probably a good thing, I suppose.

And oh, speaking of sex, what do you think about having sex with your friends? I don’t mean fuck buddies. I mean the ones you hang out with, go to movies with, tell your dirtiest secrets to, share your embarrassments with, etc. In Scandinavia—or maybe in Europe—it’s normal to have sex with friends. I think it’s appalling but I am sleepy and I can’t concoct a persuasive argument about it right now.

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What I wore to work yesterday

Because it's really warm here in Denmark right now.

Gone were the days of dressing up in long-sleeved shirts and slacks and leather shoes in a hot and humid city, and horrible work and long hours and low pay.


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Future boyfriend

My future boyfriend will look a lot like this:


I'll use The Secret.

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Goodness gracious!

It will be my first time to go back home to the Philippines after moving here in Denmark.

I decided that this year, I will spend both Christmas and New Year with my family.

But it seems like I won't be home for Christmas. Just look at these prices offered by KLM:

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Rob

I am sleep-deprived today and I feel depressed for some reason, but this video cheered me up:



So cute! I hope I meet someone like him in London.


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An update on the crush

Previously, I wrote about my crush here.

And now I'm going to tell you what happened the next day. But first, some more visual aids for the previous entry.

Here was the eating place I mentioned in my previous entry:

See that black-haired woman with a light blue green shirt?

To her left is where I sat, and to my left sat my colleague and crush.

So the next day I wore a nice outfit.

When I removed the jacket, I rolled the sleeves like this:

I was wearing my new shoes, of course.

I'm glad I looked presentable because I bumped into him at the canteen. But before that, I sent him an email, since he was not online on the office IM. I told him that it was so hard to find him in the office directory because there were tens of guys who had a name like him. "But anyway", I added in the email, "you could chat with me in case you get bored".

So back to meeting him at the canteen. I made an eye contact and let him be the first to greet me.

"Hey Allan!"

"Hey! I sent you an email. But when I looked at my Sent Folder, the name of the recipient changed. You don't have an inbox?"

"Oh, we [his project] are not connected to the office network. All my office emails are received by my boss. What did you write to me about?"

Oh god, I thought. I was relieved I didn't write anything flirtatious or gay.

"Oh nothing! I just said Hi."

"OK. Did you know if it was forwarded to my personal email?"

"I don't know." I didn't receive an email from his boss, telling me that he/she forwarded the email.

While talking to him--we were both holding trays with food on plates--I noticed that he had wounds on the upper left side of his face.

"You're injured."

"Yeah. Didn't you see that when we met?"

No, because I was mesmerized by your smile and your eyes and your sexy facial hair.

"No, I did not!"

"Oh because you were in my right side," he said.

"Yeah, probably."

"OK, I'll see you, Allan."

"See you."

Then we continued to get food from the buffet. Separately, because I was with my friends and he was with his.

Until this writing, I haven't heard from him. I don't know if my email was forwarded to him or not. Maybe it was only wishful thinking on my part that he was gay. Or maybe he's gay, but he realized he's not that into me.

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Books, shoes, a green shirt and a crush

As you may have noticed from reading my entries, I rarely talk about my work. I mean, what is there to talk about? My job is just too precious to be taken lightly on a site like this. And besides, my personal life is interesting enough. But today, I won’t be able to resist dropping words like, “office”, “my boss” and “colleague” because they are a part of the entire weekend experience along with my additional summer sale acquisitions and the cute boy who talked to me at the mall. I don’t want to assume too much but I have a hunch he is gay.

Last Thursday was the day the full force of the sale season began, and I feared that the shoes I’ve been wanting even before I went to Amsterdam would be gone without a fight. I left the office early but as it turned out, I didn’t leave early enough—the mall was just closing when I got there.

What in the world did these people eat that they choose to close the mall at 7 pm on a Thursday? Granted, shopping is not so much a part of the Danish culture like getting drunk or lighting candles. But still, don’t they want some retail therapy every now and then?

Good thing the newly opened Taschen bookstore was still open that time and had some sale wherein they sold “slightly damaged” art books at ridiculously low prices. So to console myself, I grabbed a Caravaggio and a Hopper that added to my Kahlo:

Now back to the shoes.

I am not really a shoes person. I only have about five pairs of shoes and one of those, I only use in the winter. The last time I bought shoes was last January, when I bought those Lanvins.

Recently, I inspected my Chuck Taylors that I have been wearing since 2006 and I was able to see the outer soles inside the shoes! That’s how worn out it was.

My anxiety about getting new shoes grew (“What if they’re gone? I need a new pair and I really, really like those shoes!”), especially with the sale. I just felt that the shoes that I want will be a part of the reduced prices, and I worried it would be snapped up in an instant.

So the next morning, Friday, I told my boss via email that I’d be coming to work late—I have about three hours of flextime after all. After sending the mail, I looked at my office calendar and I saw that I had a meeting at 11 am (stores open at 10 am and it takes at least an hour from the city center to the office) so I ditched my plan and emailed my boss again. When I finally arrived at the office, panting and sweaty because of walking fast just to be there in time, I learned that the meeting I rushed for was canceled. How lovely.

This time, I left the office really early. Like almost two hours earlier than the usual.

It was painless. I went to the mall, saw the pair that I want, tried it on and paid at the cashier. The entire process took just about fifteen minutes. And the shoes that made me anxious before were now mine:

I love the tiny details like the lining, the random black eyelets:

And the coat of arms, which is very witty:

Oh, but when I compared the discounted price against the price at the Paul Smith website, the shoes on the website are still cheaper! I love Danish prices.

Saturday came and I felt like I needed to shop some more. It’s sale season and I don’t really do shopping that often. After a few hours of wandering through the streets at the city center, I ended up with this:

It’s my first Lacoste shirt. I’ve never bought any Lacoste shirt before because it’s:

a) too expensive for a shirt
b) even at the smallest size, I look like I’m wearing someone else’s clothes

This one is slim-fit and size 2 (I feel like Ashley Judd in Double Jeopardy). And it’s 30% off.

And then after shopping I was hungry.

At the basement of a department store called Magasin, there’s this tiny restaurant with a bar-like area where one can also eat. As I was ordering food at the counter, I saw a familiar face sitting on one of the bar stools: it was one of my crushes at the office! The blond and stubbled guy that reminded me of Brad Pitt—OK, he’s not as hot as Brad Pitt but still, his features remind me of Brad Pitt, with glasses.

After paying for my food and getting my number, I saw that the seat beside my crush was vacant.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” I asked my crush.

“No no. It’s free,” he said, and proceeded to eat his burger with knife and fork.

I settled and took a few sips of my apple juice. When I realized my food might take longer than I expected, I brought out a book from my bag—Tales Of Travelrotica For Gay Men—and started reading. About five minutes into the book, my number vibrated, which means my food is ready. Perhaps my crush saw my clueless face that he told me, “Just go over there,” pointing to the kitchen, “and get your food.”

I put my book down at the table like this to mark the page that I’m reading..

… and when I looked back while on my way to the kitchen, I saw that he was checking out my book.

When I got back, no sooner have I placed the food—a cheesy risotto made with quinoa instead of rice—on my table when he asked me, “So, where are you from?”

“I’m from the Philippines,” I said.

“And what are you doing here in Denmark?” he asked.

“Actually—wait, you look familiar,” I said. “Do you work at (my company’s name)?”

“Well, yes! How did you know?”

“Because I’m an employee of (my company’s name).”

“What a coincidence!” he said. I thought, “It’s not exactly a coincidence, my love.”

And then he added, “But I haven’t seen you before.” Ouch. I often see you at the canteen during lunch, you dimwit!

“Oh, because I work on the other side of the building,” I said.

We talked some more and since he was a Dane, I let him do the interrogation. I did not want to go inside his personal space of one-kilometer radius.

While we were talking, his phone rang. It was his friend, I assume, since even with my limited Danish skills, I caught that he was telling his friend about me, something that went like, “I’m at Magasin… am sitting here beside a Filipino who apparently is my colleague.”

When he hung up, I asked him, “So, do you like your phone?”

“Yes, I like it a lot.”

“I hear that it’s difficult to use it for text messaging.”

“No, not at all. Here, try it.”

I pretend to wipe my hand on my pants. He told me, “You didn’t have to do that.”

Of course I didn’t. I was just trying to look humble. And then I played with his iPhone. He even demonstrated some features to me. And was it just me or can I feel some excitement coming from him?

After a few minutes of more talking, he stood up and told me he has to go.

“So, I’ll see you in the office. Say hi,” he added.

“I will. Have a nice day,” I said.

“You too!”

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