Confessions of a Cat-holic (119)

I knew what others were thinking. I knew what Rex was thinking. I also knew that Rex knew what I was thinking. I knew Rex knew I knew what others were thinking. In short, we knew they were lying. They knew they were lying. They knew that we knew they were lying. We also knew that they knew that we knew they were lying. But they still lied.

Thank you, Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn. Now back to Rex and me. Rex and I were very much in sync with each other. That mutual understanding of each other was beyond word description. I did not feel the need to explain myself and he could feel my deepest emotions. I reckoned that the gossips about my sexual health and virginity were based on baseless biases and discrimination against the black society in Hong Kong. And Rex knew that I knew that too.

So he started kissing me more in public, more passionately and more outwardly so. It was more like a show and I knew that was our way of fighting back. He started kissing me at the bus stop when he was waiting with me for the next bus. He started kissing me on the bus. He started kissing me outside Times Square in Causeway Bay. He started kissing me in Mongkok's busiest streets. He started kissing me in Admiralty. He started kissing me down below where I lived. He started kissing me outside the elevator on my floor. He started kissing me in front of his friends at karaoke sessions. He started kissing me everywhere outside of school. To a point, nobody would ever doubt if we did it anymore. Everybody was god damn certain that we were so in love that I must have given him my first night, and without a condom too. We were too in love with each other to deny any gossips because we could not care less. We were sooooo in love with each other. Therefore, we must be each other's very first one.

At first, I still felt a bit shy. But after a few times of public kissing, I kind of saw it as my way of confusing the public. Revenge PDA? And Rex probably felt it more than me too. His friends were genuine and a bit vulgar. So I felt off guard when I was with them. His friends were the soccer fans, associate degree holders and marketing professionals at SPCC, very off the SPCC norm (choir member, violin player and accountant, remember?) with a display of individual thinking and unspoken solidarity. When they were singing karaoke at Neway, Rex would just start kissing me like there was no one around. And I thought he was too hot to resist anyways, so I gave in. But I never regretted a single second of it. That was how we expressed our love for each other.

Many people saw Rex as a knight to save me the little princess from all the harm in this brutally ruthless world. He was a dark knight, belonging to the triad. But he was a brave one. They saw Rex as an angel to safeguard me from all the gossips and rumors. The more he kissed me in public, the more discussions on my sexual health. Yet, he was willing to fight through all that, despite the public's unforgiving whispers on my "scandals".

Anyone would have left me alone and dump me like a piece of trash. But Rex didn't. He had therefore earned himself a title of the chivalry.

Talking about chivalry, I needed to say that Rex really did put on quite a show when he dated me.

Shortly after we spent our "first night", aka the night I met his mother in person, he told me on the phone that he should be paying for all my meals and expenses when we were out. He also emphasized that it was a courtesy approved and suggested by his mom.

On the phone, I said I welcomed his gestures. That was to my benefits, of course. Why would I have any reason to deny it? But I knew there was more to it. The fact that he started paying for my meals right after our "first night" kind of made him look like the perfect guy, responsible, polite, gentlemanly and willing to take care, especially financially, of his girlfriend.

I didn't know what his agenda was but I knew very well that he was not what he looked like, or tried to look like. I didn't think he was trying to gain any benefits or get more attention or harvest more pussies. In fact, it was quite the opposite.