I have always wanted to start a site. I wanted to talk about my life but I contemplated. Then I met Jay. Then I wanted to start a site for us. But I procrastinated. More than two years later, this is what I have now, a humble beginning. Just like any couples, we have been through many good and hard times together and this is one reason what this site is for: to put down our story in writing. So that this blog will witness our existence and hopefully we can flip through the archives one day and laugh at the silly things we did and be touched by Jay's heroic deed. Hi, I am Kay, we are boyfriends and this is the our story.
I'm Kay
Male. Smart and sentimental. 26yo. Enjoys movies (and porn) and reality shows. Sleeper. Uptight. Likes Robbie Williams. Has been to Singapore. Ogles at men. Just wants to be happy. Prefers to wear boxers. Selfless.
I'm Jay
Male. Sexy and studly. 29yo. Loves sushi and everything meat. Swimmer. Forgetful. Likes House music. Travels world over. Ogles at Kay. Want to be rich but not necessary famous. Likes not to wear underwear. Selfish.
I remember I felt tired that night after having watched Final Destination 3 with Jay. I didn't speak much in the car because I had many thoughts running in my mind that time. The next day was Sunday and I had to do many things and I had difficulty slotting 'TimeOut with Jay' into my schedule. Seeing me quiet most of the time, Jay wondered why. I spoke a few words and remained silent. Then he took out a pen, took my right hand and quickly scribbled a few words on to my palm. I found it hard to read the words so I turned on the interior lights in the car but I still couldn't read anything.
Look properly.
No. I'm very sure the pen ran out of ink.
Then he took out a mini torchlight, switched it on and a ray of blue light fell directly on my palm. Out came the words 'I love u!'.
That made my day man. I smiled instantly and gave him a peck on his cheek.
Hey, let me write something for you too.
But then I couldn't think of anything other than the three magical words. I wanted to be creative.
Finally, just before I reached home I jotted a few letters on his left palm.
I told him not to read it until he got home but he couldn't wait.
Bitch!
Yeah that's the word. Creative? I'm not so sure but it did put a smile on his face too!
Comments:
You write 'bitch' on my hand and you ge spanked, lar! :oD