Queer Poseur Climber # 1 Part 2

For Part 1 of this story please click here. Please welcome back Frankie as he gives us the continuation to this delicious story.

Information is so easy to get these days thanks to the Internet. I easily found more information about Carlo Robina with pictures to boot! He seems to be enjoying a semi-celebrity status in Manila. Working mostly behind-the-scenes and partying in the club scene as well. After I've washed down all the alcohol in my system, I've started to see him in a new light. I've realized that he's just okay looking. He's not looking that bad. But he's not exactly my type. So I just decided to drop it and focus on shopping for my trip to Boracay!

I was about to go out of my hotel room and when I picked up my phone, I saw 5 missed calls and 3 text messages all coming from, guess who... Carlo Robina! I didn't really know what to tell him and I didn't really want to have anything more to do him so I decided against replying or returning the calls. So I went shopping instead!

In the mall, I bumped into Boyd and Alvin, Boyd's (hot) friend who's also been a friend of mine. Boyd asked me how it was going with Carlo. I just dismissed the question and grabbed Alvin by the arm (nice bicep!) and ask how he was doing. He seemed surprised to hear Carlo's name being mentioned and I asked why. Boyd explained that he hadn't told Alvin about the Carlo incident in the FAVT bar of ours. And I told Alvin that Boyd told me that he told Boyd that Carlo banged like a drill. To which Alvin blushed. Ha Ha Ha!!! "Spill," I told Alvin.

Three frappuccinos and five shopping bags later, I've learned from Alvin how he and Carlo met, where Carlo lived and how they ended up as fuck buddies for a while and how he ended it with him (because his rear end was already sore).

Boyd, on the other hand, shared that Carlo also tried hitting up with him in FAVT but retreated when he saw Jake. Well, between Carlo and Jake, Jake's notches higher.

And speaking of the devil he was calling again. But I just gave him a miss. I'm pretty sure he'll get tired anyway.

But boy, was I wrong.

Everyday, I'd get at least 5 text messages which I don't reply to and 10 calls which I accidentally or intenionally miss. This man can't take a hint! This was going on for a week until the day I left for Boracay.

Since Boyd and Jake went off for a holiday of their own, I ended up going to Boracay with Alvin and Andy. And Andy was only too happy to sit beside Alvin on our flight and take a room with him. I decided to get a room of my own for all that potential banging.

What would Boracay be like without the parties and the beautiful people?! Andy insisted that I walked two steps behind him since he accused me of hogging all the attention. Andy, if you're reading this, I didn't choose your genetic composition so please don't take it out on me, okay? Besides, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. I was surprised that Boracay habitués Christine Lorenzo de Vergel and her BFF's MJ Dorado and Tom Yam are nowhere to be found. Andy - the walking Tatler subscription - told me that Christine is in Europe and MJ is hiding out somewhere in the Visayas, weathering a society scandal of epic proportions. I thought that was odd but didn't think much about it as there's a dozen parties to go to!!!

Our first stop was our hotel room minibar for some aperitif. We had dinner at Cyma and then went to the beachfront party at Hey Jude's. And guess who of all Manila was there? Why, Carlo Robina! He spotted me and he looked very cross! So I looked back at Andy and asked, "What did you do to him for you to deserve that look?!"

"Uh... I think he's looking at you...."

"Whatever. Let's drink."

"Okay. Alvin, get whatever you want, it's on me," Andy, who had an agenda, said.

I saw Carlo pointing at me and whispering to his friends and I saw the look on the faces of Carlo's friends. I grabbed Andy by the arm and told him not to leave me, whatever happens.

At a certain point, with all the alcohols you've taken, you'd need to pee. So I went for the loo and while on my way, I jolted and was shocked that someone pulled my arm from behind. I was still in the bar area and I saw that I caught the attention of some people. When I was involuntarily turned around by the unknown force, I saw Carlo Robina's face! He was all red, from rage and alcohol and he told me, within earshot of everyone in the bar, "Ang kapal ng mukha mo!"

"What's your problem?!"

"Alam mo, kahit sikat kami, meron pa rin kaming pakiramdam!"

wtf?

"Ikaw, simpleng tao ka lang pero ang sama sama mo!"

WTF!

And then he left me there and walked away.

I was shocked. Really shocked. Floored even. Nothing could have prepared me for that! That was Famas best acting! He's what? Sikat? I don't even know him! He's not even half as popular as Mahal and Mura combined! This poseur social climber/pseudo-celebrity's illusion of grandeur never fails to make me laugh! He called himself sikat? Come on! You'd have to be desperately seeking attention to do that. Oh my God, I can't get over it. It amuses me to no end.

It's sad that my "friendship" with Carlo ended on a sour note. I would have gladly graced this year's fashion week had he been a bit more patient. But as I've already said, who needs to see struggling third world models strutting third world designers' wares when you can have Paris, Milan and London anytime anyway?! So I guess it's not that bad. I'll just make sure that I won't bump into Carlo Robina in Manila ever again. As in ever.