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BY PETER SOLIS NERY
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February 12, 2018
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AS A GAY man, I believe in the possibility of love at first sight. I have had many secret loves at first sight of my own. Although, of course, many times I was the only one who was in love. And all my loves were in secret, hiding cowardly in shame.
Now, even if I didn’t love R at first sight, I knew that he was not the type who would hurt my feelings. I liked that. And I liked that he liked me, shamelessly and seriously.
After dinner, he confessed that, for a moment, he hesitated about greeting me at the airport because he feared that I would walk away from him because he was old and wrinkled — pretty much in the autumn of his life; while I was, in his own words, “the dazzling summer of youth,” and was rather movie star gorgeous.
I assured him that I am not prejudiced, not partial to beauty and youth. That, for me, what is more important is the honesty, sincerity, and faithfulness of the person. That I would choose a beautiful heart and clear conscience any day over prettiness that is just skin deep.
Sure, what I said sounded Miss Universe cheeky. But that was heartfelt on my part.
He asked me what I would have done if he didn’t get me.
“I have my return ticket with me. I have a credit card,” I told him. “I would probably check in a hotel, find me a young and handsome stud, and paint the town red.” And then, I added, “I am just smart that way!”
He admired my wit and charm and fell even more madly in love. Before going to bed, he led me to the guest room. But I could also read in his eyes that he wanted to have sex with me.
Now, then, I was not under any illusion, or wrong impression, that I would remain sexless if I flew 3,000 miles from L.A. to Baltimore, and back. So, I didn’t play hard to get. I asked him, “What’s your HIV status? Do you have AIDS?”
He answered in the negative.
I told him, I just received the result of my health screening tests that included TB, HIV, VD, and other infectious diseases for my immigration papers. I assured him I was clean, healthy, and haven’t had sex since coming to America. If he has condoms and lubricants, I can sexually satisfy him. At that time, I wasn’t a virgin anymore anyway. But, he just be warned, that if he gave me some disease or something, I would come back for him and kill him, especially now that I knew where he lived. (To be continued/PN)
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