Quiquay: quirks

Any self-respecting, dating girl will tell you, it's all about the kiss. Relationships - permanent or otherwise, have been made or broken by kisses. Literally. Despite all the crap women have been served, we still subscribe to the fairy tale that there's this magical kiss that tells us he's the one. Clueless men will ask - what's all the big fuss about kissing? If the objective is sex, does one need to bother with the preliminaries? If a man thinks that way, it's a wonder how he manages to hook up in the first place - unless he looks like hunky Papa P that he could get away on looks alone. Evolutionary psychologists suggest that kissing as a mating behavior started as a way to test potential partners' immune system. In short, our salivas are supposed to contain neurochemicals that are tested if we're compatible with each other, not to mention if we're healthy and fertile. If that's the case, won't saliva exchange be enough? Why go through all the

I generally like most of the guys I dated before I met the eventual H and he all but laid his claim on me. This one boylet, who we can call Safari Guy, was cooky and sweet but managed to be awkward and so full of himself in one go. What happened between us could be a lesson on boylet do's and don'ts. Just because a girl is willing doesn't mean you have to take advantage of her. For goodness' sake, think about her pleasure as well. I met SG during a trip a long, long time ago. He was the perfect summer fling. He was kinda cute and sweet so our group decided he was safe and we teased him mercilessly. We hit off and became friends soon after. There was an underlying attraction but we ignored it. He decided I wasn't his type (I was too loud, kikay and Pinay for his taste) and I sensed that reluctance in him so I focused my energies on healing from a trauma which happened a few months before he met me and crushing on more unattainable, crush-ng-bayan type guys. W

Disclosures: I am not a femme fatale. If you asked my what made me appealing to men you would probably get a blank stare. I honestly have no idea. And no, I am not one of those pretty girls who are unaware of their looks. Oh, I know the way I look. Every self-respecting kikay girl knows how to make the best of her features. Still, it boggles my mind why guys would be interested in a chubby, cheeky, button-nosed girl like me (past and present). Maybe they liked my wit and personality? Who knows? I never asked. Anyway, this entry isn't about my body issues (which I don't care much for anyway) but the boylets out there (not always my story though) who, in one way or the other, have helped me cope with the various issues of my life - directly and indirectly. Yes, not all men are jerks and if they were jerks, their bulls**t certainly never got past me. Well, these events are from another lifetime (as in really long ago) but in a fit of pique (or boredom), I just thought it m

Sometimes a girl has a weird set of ethics. Mine willed me to ask coffee-break friend if it would be alright to blog about the boylets. I figured since future topics might involve him I ought to ask if it was okay to write about the topic. It took him an hour or so to respond to the inquiry and not surprisingly, I got a resounding NO. Well, he is right that any detail I write about is inviting trouble. However, since I don't think I would become a blogging superstar anyway, I think I could write about situations and opinions in general but never about the particulars. I don't think that's going to land me in hot water anyway. Still, it would've been fun to write about him. He would probably have taken top prize. =)

First things first. Let's define both words: boy - (noun) a male child from birth to puberty -let - (noun) suffix ,small one Therefore a boylet is a small boy? Not. As some blogs metioned, at first take you's think the same way too. However, the origin of the language came from gay-speak for "fling material", like asking "Saan ba may boylet dito?" A boylet is neither boy nor boyfriend. A boylet is not a boyfriend with commitment rights and all that the title entails. The boylet does not have a committed relationship to the object of lust (or affection, however you put it). For all intents and purposes, a boylet is a casual fling. He's there for sex. And maybe a friendly ear and occasional (hot) date as well. But it's never an affair of the heart. There are unwritten rules, you know. Now some people may ask, "a casual fling? But why?". Just because. Sometimes, you just want it without worrying about issues like commitment and maintenance

This isn't a how-to on how to find your own boylet. Honestly, I have no idea how to look for one, I haven't looked for one at all and I'm not looking for one. (That part of my life is over). I don't have a face or body that would launch a thousand ships, much less a paper boat. In that past chapter of my life, the guys just happened to appear when I wasn't even looking and things just fell into place. In short, they were friends long before anything happened. This is, however, a basic list of rules I tried to follow and could be helpful for others as well. Here goes... 1. NEVER fall in love . This is a given. Forget the fairy tale that he'll come to his senses and see you for the gorgeous and enchanting creature that you are once he sees what he could have. It's not going to happen. If you have good chemistry in bed, he might want to go back. But just for sex. It's the bitter truth so if you can't separate the feeling from the act, don't even go

After several days of frantic writing and proofreading for a client, there is surprisingly little left for me to do for the next few days. I do have several projects lined up but at least I still have the luxury of a few days before turning them in. So what to do? I've been churning my head for something creative to do when it hit me - write something! But what? Another essay on my recent angst? An advice column? I haven't been the least inspired in that alley lately so I thought I'd give voice to all the fantasies going inside my head for a change. Well, the blog is about life, love and lust, isn't it? Why not try my hand at the last topic? Unless of course, like previous efforts, I'd blush at my own efforts and stop just when things are getting interesting. Then maybe I'd try my hand at a sexier brand of lit. =) Hey, just because I'm this boring wife right now doesn't mean I can't have an active imagination anymore. =)