Singles
For a change of pace last Saturday, I suggested to Ed that instead of going to Bed (which would make it two nights in a row) we head for Government. Ed was excited with the suggestion—it was singles’ night in the only gay dance club in Makati.
They had an interesting gimmick: each person is given a number at the door, which you wear the whole night. If someone fancies you, he can take note of your number and go to the second floor bar where he can leave a message for you to the guy operating the Powerpoint. A few minutes later, the message will be flashed on a huge screen in the middle of the dance floor. So while the people are dancing, you can read messages like: “To 150: You’re cute! Can I take you home tonight? From 068.”
I was number 198, while Ed and his friend (both arrived much later than me) were numbers 229 and 230. As the night progressed we also made fun of some of the messages. We got a kick out of this particular one: To XXX: I’ve always been attracted to you, but you’re so elite.
“So what does that make the sender—jologs?” we joked.
After a while we realized no one was sending us any message, so we decided to take matters into our hands and sent one another messages. The message I sent to me was: To 198: This is a crazy planets!! –Stella Suarez (by the way, that really was her suicide note). Ed sent a message to his friend: To 230: Get your hands off my boyfriend! which prompted his friend to take off his number lest people tag him as a boyfriend-stealer.
But pretty soon we got bored with the whole thing. While Ed and friend concentrated on dancing, I decided to leave early because I still had a big day next day.
Next Thursday in Government they’ll introduce the very first speed dating for gays. Hmmm.
They had an interesting gimmick: each person is given a number at the door, which you wear the whole night. If someone fancies you, he can take note of your number and go to the second floor bar where he can leave a message for you to the guy operating the Powerpoint. A few minutes later, the message will be flashed on a huge screen in the middle of the dance floor. So while the people are dancing, you can read messages like: “To 150: You’re cute! Can I take you home tonight? From 068.”
I was number 198, while Ed and his friend (both arrived much later than me) were numbers 229 and 230. As the night progressed we also made fun of some of the messages. We got a kick out of this particular one: To XXX: I’ve always been attracted to you, but you’re so elite.
“So what does that make the sender—jologs?” we joked.
After a while we realized no one was sending us any message, so we decided to take matters into our hands and sent one another messages. The message I sent to me was: To 198: This is a crazy planets!! –Stella Suarez (by the way, that really was her suicide note). Ed sent a message to his friend: To 230: Get your hands off my boyfriend! which prompted his friend to take off his number lest people tag him as a boyfriend-stealer.
But pretty soon we got bored with the whole thing. While Ed and friend concentrated on dancing, I decided to leave early because I still had a big day next day.
Next Thursday in Government they’ll introduce the very first speed dating for gays. Hmmm.
posted by joelmcvie at 4:36 PM
5 Comments:
haha oh my god, what a brilliant idea. should make a memorable first trip to government!
Will this number thingee happen again?? It sounds fun! :)
STELLA suarez or strada? cant remember.
And how come straight people never get to date by the numbers?
:-0
LEIGH: Cuz straight people are boring, hahaha! Kidding. ;-)
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