An encounter with a tofu-eater

N.B. : Eating someone's tofu is an idiomatic expression derived from Cantonese which can be broadly defined as any act of molestation.

Isn’t it romantic and sweet when a guy tries to win a girl’s heart or the other way round as depicted by the movies? I want to experience that too. I want to indulge in all the joy and excitement. I’ve always had this antiquated thought that the aforementioned courting process has to take place before a relationship can officially start.

Hence, it’s very disappointing whenever a guy says he loves me and wants to get intimate with me when in fact we barely even know each other. It’s absurd and risible, isn’t it?

Well, something undesirable happened to me yesterday.

JW made numerous attempts to hold my hand in the cinema. But of course, he was never successful, thanks to my vigilance. Then, he gallantly placed his hand on my thigh and slowly moved towards my groin in a highly provocative manner. He persisted in doing so despite my apparent annoyance and discomfort. I don’t know what got into his mind. The same thing recurred while I was driving him back. I wasn’t sexually aroused. Maybe he isn’t my type.

He’s a friend’s friend. I decided to hang out with him today as I hadn’t met him for ages. Our relationship is completely platonic. And I really couldn’t believe that he ate my tofu just like that. It’s very despicable and detestable of him. I never knew he’s that sort of person.

I found that totally unacceptable. Perhaps, it’s due to my parental upbringing. I was brought up in a rather religious family setting with the fetters of conservative Asian values. I can be very flirtatious and dirty verbally. However, I don’t get engaged in unnecessary physical contacts with people.

Promiscuity and lax sexual behaviour are among the many social stigmata attached to the gay species. I don’t understand why gays tend to speed things up. I’ve now gradually awakened to the realization that the kind of love I’m looking for doesn’t really exist anymore.

Perhaps, I’m too naïve and old-fashioned.

Nevertheless, I wonder if I’d give in if it wasn’t JW who ate my tofu, but my idol, **e*, or some hot macho hunk. *giggles*

Anyway, I don't feel like meeting JW again. Ever.