Question at Midnight #4
What is the worst lust/passion-fueled decision you have ever made?
Spare us the grisly details, the general outlines will do.
Post your answers in Comments. The winner will be announced just before midnight tonight.
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September 27th, 2014 at 00:21
I offered to pay P12,000.00 to spend a night with a guy colleague who I was very obsessed with, whose mere mention of his name sends me to paroxysm of lust. He accepted the offer and I got to bargained half the price. I am a gay person by the way.
September 27th, 2014 at 00:36
Correction: A guy colleague whom I was very obsessed with needed money and offered to pawn his twin brother’s iPhone to me for P12,000.00. I offered to have sex with him instead – for the same amount. He accepted my offer and I got to bargain the price to half. I am a gay person by the way.
September 27th, 2014 at 03:39
Sex in a public restroom.
September 27th, 2014 at 04:35
I was seeing this really hot guy many years ago. I decided to surprise him by going to his house past midnight. Once I got there, I texted him that I was outside. He was at their terrace and told me that their house is locked and he didn’t have the keys. I thought that was weird. His mom came out of nowhere, caught us talking and started shouting about him letting her down, etc. I left immediately.
I eventually learned that the guy I was seeing was a drug addict and his mom thought I was there to bring him drugs.
September 27th, 2014 at 07:52
I can’t decide between (1) writing a love letter to my high school classmate during a religious retreat and actually giving it to him, and (2) commissioning a caricature for a guy’s birthday back in college and actually giving it to him. Both of them are married now, but I’m pretty sure one of them just married for the beard.
September 27th, 2014 at 08:07
In my emotional agitation over the prospect of meeting a longtime heartthrob I booked a slot to an irrelevant overseas seminar, purchased two way ticket, took a leave from the office only to be held by an immigration official at the time of departure. And the reason? I bear the name of a criminal in their hold departure order list. I was advised that if you have a “bakya” signature you have to secure a pre-clearance from the NBI prior to travel time to prevent being misidentified as a wanted scoundrel. I spent the whole day arguing, with the passion of a human rights activist, that the burden of proof should not be on my side, invoking my right to travel under the Constitution. I went home on that same day with unrefunded ticket as well as a hard lesson: never argue with immigration officers.
September 27th, 2014 at 11:26
jonquibulue: please refer me to the twin brother. (Sorry, couldn’t resist)
September 27th, 2014 at 13:34
In 2006 I paid for the abortion of the wife of my Cambodian f#@k buddy. His job didn’t pay enough and he said he couldn’t afford to raise another child. We’ve been doing it for a year and he never asked me for anything. Except this one time. Post-coital conversations tend to make me agree to almost anything. Our non-relationship lasted 3 more years.
September 27th, 2014 at 16:24
allancarreon: Idea for a story: Someone pretends to be twins.
September 27th, 2014 at 16:34
Converted a one night stand into a six-month pseudo relationship
September 27th, 2014 at 17:08
Hand-writing and giving to a guy a 10-page Memorandum (headings and sub-headings, inclusive), in reply to a 1-sentence break-up note. Maybe, more passion for the writing of the memo than for the beloved?
September 27th, 2014 at 20:12
When I was a kid, I had this stalkerish obssession with the WWF wrestler Bret “The Hitman” Hart. My cousin and I had posters from Leveriza and we even went and paid for prime seats for their Araneta gig and even went and waited for him at the exit. I even composed a long essay about one of his bouts and how Jake “The Snake” Roberts couldn’t knock him down even when clobbered by a chair over the head. During one of his bouts, I was jumping up and down on our grandparents’ bed and landed on my cousin’s newly circumcised penis. They (my cousins) threatened to shoot me with Lolo’s laser sword (his adjustable aluminum tungkod). I went aground for 3 days, not appearing even for our family outing to Tagaytay.
My obssession for Dao Ming Su and how I tried to learn Mandarin Chinese is a different story.
That’s as far as it goes for me. Nahihirapan tuloy akong isulat yun story ko about love, obssession, adultery, and family dahil sabi ni kapatid, “wala ka kasing pinaghuhugutan.”
September 27th, 2014 at 22:37
Doing it on a beach while a guard roamed about. It was uncomfortable because of the sand on my ass, then on my knees. The beach was deserted but for the guard who nearly caught us. I was rooming with my officemates, he was with his friends so both our rooms were out of the question. It was a one night stand and yes, we were both drunk but were so caught up with our lust.
September 27th, 2014 at 23:56
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