I was hunting through one of the large brown pandan-leaf boxes stacked in the corner of the home office this afternoon and discovered a stash of old photographs lying around loosely inside. I found one that made me laugh merrily; it's of me with a group of college friends taken during an Asian American student conference many, many years ago.
In the picture was a somewhat goofy-looking guy in glasses mugging for the camera, he was way out in front taking up more space than any of us were. That was just the way he was, sweet to the core but always seeking attention. He grated on many nerves too often for his own good, but at least you couldn't ignore him if you tried.
Back then I think M fancied me as the sister he never had and although he often annoyed and irritated the heck out of me sometimes, I found myself slightly protective of him since I sensed all his posturing was just to conceal the extreme vulnerability he felt inside. I also knew that he'd be one of the first to rush out and defend me if anyone ever tried to attack me verbally or physically and his loyalty made me feel the same towards him. At the time I was seeing D, whom M and the other guys all viewed as a surrogate older brother so often we were like one family, albeit a dysfunctional one at times.
I left college a few units shy of graduation in order to work full-time (I came back and finally finished a few years later) and soon moved into my first apartment. I lost touch with the old gang and soon we all went our own separate ways -- D and myself included. It must have been a couple of years, or at least it felt like it, before I got a phone call from M, who was now trying to make his way out in the real world. He still lived with his parents, only a few minutes away from my studio, so he asked if he could stop by and say hello.
When I opened the door he still looked a bit like the kid I had left behind, but he was now more self-assured, a bit more grown up I suppose. We caught up, he told me what everyone else was up to, and then after some small talk he dropped a bomb which leveled me flat to the ground: he worked as a stripper during nights and weekends, mostly for bachelorette parties and the like.
I don't want to sound cruel, but I don't think anyone would have guessed that he stripped for a living, or at least he wouldn't have possibly been able to get me hot and bothered even if I were wildly inebriated (but to be completely fair I've never been turned on by a male stripper anyway). I disguised my surprise well enough so that he continued to tell me a few work-related stories, even if part of me wondered if any of them were true.
Then I don't know how it happened or how he maneuvered the conversation to get here, but he started to tell me how Cosmo women turned him on, and how he thought I was the ultimate Cosmo woman (which I heartily disagreed with, but that wasn't the point of our discussion as you'll soon see), and then I realized -- Oh Lord -- that he was hitting on me. This boy-turned-stripper (improbable as it seemed) was trying to get me to sleep with him!
I was horrified, absolutely mortified, and I think he realized it because soon enough he was scrambling to backtrack his words. Unable to, and possibly suspecting I was going to throw him out, he then said goodbye and was out the door. I never saw or heard from him again, although I'd like to think he eventually found a woman to love and who loves him in return, whether she'd ever read Cosmo or was more of a Good Housekeeping kind of gal. Preferably, she's be a bit of both.
And I certainly hope he stopped stripping. Not for anything else, but because I simply could never see him being very good at it, even if he had some great moves on the dance floor. Part of me that night wanted to scold him and smack his behind for being so foolish, for thinking he could dance me out of my skirt. But then I suspected -- in fact, I'm certain -- that he probably would have enjoyed it a bit too much.










Gosh darn, that was a tease of a post title. It is so not what I was hoping for. But that "smack the behind" ending kind of give me a glimmer of hope. :D
Posted by: John | April 06, 2007 at 05:45 PM
John - Where on earth (and I mean that in the most literal way possible) have you been? Glad to know I can still make you a bit happier, even if only at the end. :)
Posted by: Gigi | April 06, 2007 at 05:54 PM
this has nothing to do with male strippers but with nudity.
my soon-to-retire co worker, duane, once the the bragging rights for holding a cup of joe in each hand and a dozen donuts...in a nudist commune back in the 60s!
Posted by: DatuPanot | April 06, 2007 at 07:20 PM
Gigi you have the most interesting friends and the most interesting stories! Have a Happy Easter!
Posted by: Jovs | April 08, 2007 at 08:11 PM
DP - Okay, let me get this straight: a cuppa joe in each hand, right? And where did the donuts go?
:)
Jovs - Interesting friends indeed -- if I didn't have them, my life would be so...blah. Of course every time they tell stories now, they look at me and ask, "You're not going to be writing about this now, are you?" I can't promise anything except that I won't use any of their names. :)
Posted by: Gigi | April 08, 2007 at 09:32 PM