. . . . is not getting a boyfriend.

The school of UP to some is the haven of pure bliss—a sea of clashing and diverse culture, venue of personal independence, academic freedom, fashion mecca, religious liberties and yes, gender equality. You could also do PDAs to your ass’ content and no one would fuckin’ mind about your dirty business, not until today when SSBs are deployed the campus over.

But I was never a horny dog in college. Believe me, I was one of the persons those “cool” people would normally hate. I wasn’t much an A-list but I made sure I was on the top row of my batch. I rarely missed deadlines on schoolwork. I made sure I answer whenever professors pose questions. I recite to my heart’s content and to my limited knowledge. I headed an academic organisation while juggling my thesis and honor standing.

But I knew I wasn’t a dork, nerd, geek or their ilk. I sometimes party with my closest friends. I’ve had my fair share of going to the gay bars where male gigolos strut their dingdongs. I also do go home partied and wasted.

Ang katangahan lang, I was sheltered, confused, and silent about my being gay. If only I was out, I would have gotten a number of flames by now, I would have gotten laid by a dozen. But that I am not too sure of that. Haha. My self-esteem was not much as it is now. I know I was pudgy, and unmindful of how do I look back then. But the point is, I wasn’t out. Fuck me, heaven. But hey, there weren’t too much of boys to drool over at back then, within my circle at least.