Stalking

Before I landed my current job, I used to go to Farmers' in Cubao to while away the time. I've always been a fan of band performances and the basement food gallery features a different band everyday of the week, just what I am looking for when I've got nothing better to do. Now that I'm working, I still go there when time allows.

One band stands out for me. Not that it has exceptional singers nor outstanding musicians. This band, although its repertoire always passes my standards, revs up my sexual enerygy because of its drummer or alternate male drummer (The regular percussionist is a she).



The drummer is not drop-dead gorgeous. He is far from that. Most people will not give him a second glance when they see him. He is moreno and short (about 5'4"). And I am not sure about his worth as a drummer, either. Many times, I've seen the reaction of the lead guitarist ( who, I suppose, is the bandleader) when he seems to make errors in his playing. And even if I am not a musician, I can say that sometimes he goes out of synch with the rest of the band members.

But he is a deadringer for the person I recently fell for. The way he sways his head and swings his elbows while beating the drums paints a picture of my ex-fantasy. And without my willing it, the fantasy is rekindled and now lives on in him. I find myself waiting for the day of the week they're playing and going to the venue to watch his performance.

During their gigs, they have two 30-minute breaks. And several times, I've followed him to the rest room to check him out. And I've realized there's not a chance I'm going to have a peek at hid dick because of the way he urinates: standing very close to the urinal and covering his little secret with his hands. "Is it small," I've often wondered because of the way he takes care that it be not exposed.