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i'm gonna title this *SHIT*
cos thats what i feel : SHITTY .after the most disgraceful moment in my whole entire life so far...
a disgrace to my manhood , but i shall share it nevertheless.
hence, i've decided to write a press release to avoid telling the whole incident repeatedly again and again to my
dear friends and colleagues that show concern and care to know what had actually happened during that moment,
which i cant turn them down and yet it cuts my heart everytime i am made to remember it, it's like a sharp dagger slowly
drawing open a wound that had barely healed ..leaving behind the trail of cut : the splitting sound of the thin skin tearing
apart, and the torn flesh with a ridge of red-fresh-flesh within.
FUCK*.
saturday-
so the scene starts with me reaching home in seremban, it was around 6.00 that i had decided to go to the club not so far
away from my house for a swim.alone. i reached the club by 6.30, the pool was filled with kids playing around and there were
some people playin badminton, and some golfers resting by the poolside restaurant. it was just like any clubhouse-on a lazy
saturday evening~ ...
i always have this habit of setting how many laps i'm gonna do for the day before i actually jump into the water,(cos i tend to
get lazy the moment i touch the water), so judging by the crowd in the pool, which was only a few kids and some adults, prolly
around 10 in the 50meter pool, which was quite little, i figured i could do more laps as there were less "traffic" .and so i decided
i should swim 70 laps.and i went in.
it was already around 6.45 in the evening and the sky was getting darker, i had a pretty nice cruise until my 30th something lap,
by that time,which was around 7.30, the lights in the pool where already up, and so were the lamps by the poolside, and as i was
doing just another turn as i reach the end of the pool, i noticed some black figure there, and a male voice, as if talking to me, so
i paused for a sec, with waters in my ears and all, and u know i cant see without my glasses( and i dont wear goggles with power)
..but he didnt continue, so, split second, i continued swimming ..
well,it took me atleast another half and hour or more to finish my 65th lap, which i thought was abit too late as my parents might be
waiting for me to have dinner at home.so i stopped at 65. by this time, around 8.00,the whole pool, and the poolside was already empty,
so , like usual,topless, i wrapped my towel around my waist ,put on my earring, packed my stuff and walked towards the toilet, thinking
of the hot water bath that i always anticipate for(cos you know ,once, i even took the chair into the shower and sat under the hot showering
water..it feels so nice to waste water once in a while heheh) ...
as i was walking towards the toilet: this indian guy was also walking out, (yes. he is the HERO in the farking story, you've guessed right)
around 45 years old, twice my size and 1 1/2 head taller than me..he stopped at the door to let me through first, and he was smiling at me .
so that's what we often(or atleast I DO) do, in clubs, i'm just being friendly, so i smiled back, and walked passed him, as i was walking, i felt,
or rather,noticed from the corner of my eye that the fellar had his vision pinned on me(for those of you who are 3d animators in MAYA ,
imagine "AIM-CONSTRAINT" ) so i turned to look at him, we were two arms length away from each other(that's the distance that we're supposed
to keep , my subconsious mind reminded me that i've learnt that in aikido) (now i'm just giving you the picture of the scenario, behind me was
the urinal and behind him was the basin and mirrors. we were standing facing each other at the doorway. and he didnt take his eyes away from
me, so i started a conversation by introducing myself and asking for his name.well, it's part of being polite right~
yeah, and he told me his name's ROY. then he asked me : "oh, so howmany laps did you do back there? " then,i said : "65, and i have to stop"
he replied:" really? it's really great ! and WOW~!! " "thanks, i used to swim alot . i like it" i replied." are you a competition swimmer"he asked
again," used to be , not anymore, i pulled out quite early, but kept the interest" i smiled, and i quickly swerved the topic away, cos i had just felt
that something wasnt right, he's just being too curios about me..and i saw that he was gazing at my chest area.(which i thought maybe it's his
height problem , trying to look at me, BUT apparently it wasnt ..cos when i pointed my hand out in a direction when i asked him "do you stay around
here?" he didnt even turn his head to look at my hand or my eye~!! it was just STUCK to my chest.(wat the fuck, i dont have a hairy chest, neither
do i have a big chest like the-Rock wat was he staring at? my pink nipples? ) i was starting to feel awkward.(come on, if you're a chick, it's fine,
tho it's weird, but it's still fine, you're a auntie, it's still fine, but what the hell? look who's staring at me?)
so i tried to save myself by pulling away the topic once again: i asked him where does he work, and after answering my question, he immediately
pulled the topic back and said : "y'know, you've got a nice body" with a one-of-a-kind- wink* on his face.like the one you'd imagine a super-hot-chick
gives to you, but this time it's a hairy indian uncle~! (no offense to indians.but dont touch me, mr not-straight).
he said that remark TWICE the second time he added, "you've got nice muscles huh~". and nothing else, what makes it worse is ,this time, he wasnt
staring at my chest. ... he's staring at my dick.okay, not so rude, "crotch-area" .. DICK.he had his eye fixed at my dick.
(it wasnt a normal complement.obviously.)
and what the hell? i had a thick towel around my waist, the water was so cold, i dont think you can even see much besides a small little bulge on
my crotch area.and no. there was no erection. how could i? in front of this weird ass? and after the cold swimming pool water? so wat was he looking
at? at that moment, i suddenly understood how women felt when guys look at them and talk to their boobs, how helpless they always say they are
being exposed to sexual-harrassments like this... i admit. i was helpless.i cant hit or punch him. he did nothing wrong practically, i could've just
told him off like what i expect you'll tell me that you'll do in that situation, like, tell him to fuck off. no BUT I COULDNT" i felt like a helpless little girl.
anticipating for the big bad wolf to devour me. it doesnt feel good. it feels like shit. (now it would be a totally different story if that was a hot-chick)
BUT THAT WAS A MAN~! i dont despise gay~, it's their freedom, but dont freaking touch me. DO YOU WANT ME TO STARE AT YOUR DICK
AND TALK TO YOU? the WHOLE TIME? AND NOT TALKING ANYTHING..? imagine JUST A STRANGER STARING AT YOUR DICK AND SMILING
AND NOT SAYING ANYTHING>!!!
so, like a little mice, i regained some conscious and found a hole beside the corner of the wall to sneak out, i told him" hey, i gotta go bathe now,
my mom's waiting outside for me(which is not) and im gonna be late" .. and i escaped into the shower stalls, and i didnt even dare to take off my
swimming trunk as the door's semi transparent( i normally just strip, but knowing there's a pervert standing outside would you?) i briefly showered
thinking to myself what the hell that had just happened. then SUDDENLY i heard him calling my name~ i pulled open the door and (see?thats
why i didnt take off my swimtrunks. gotcha ~!! asshole) and he asked me" han~ so when do you normally come swimming?" guess wat, your
not so cunning friend here TOLD HIM the actual info. "SATURDAY" .... and he asked wat time.." nite" i answered ,, and i quickly slammed the door
back, waited for a sec, then check to see that if he's still there... then i rushed to the toilet-stall infront,and quickly changed into my clothes and
"escaped" through the back door of the toilet through the sauna room and jumped out from the side gates of the pool side restaurant to fetch my
car. AND I ESCAPED~!. thank god my asshole is saved. but i dont know about going back to the club next weekend.maybe i should lay low for a
while.....
AND I REALLY FELT LIKE I HAD BEEN HARRASED~!!!!!(well, that feeling lasted me one hour i guess. i felt like puking!)luckily he didnt show me
his thang.
now the whole summary is: he did not touch me. girls, i'm NOT GAY. dont worry. hahahah .
and the moral of the whole story,:i am allergic to non-straight. OKAY? so no touchy touchy.
i may not be able to harm you if you just stare at me, but keep your paws away. one trip to the gates of hell(the above incident) and i've had enough.
touch me, i'll break your arms. thank you.
