Confessions of a Cat-holic (133)

Rex and I were almost in a fight over this popularity contest at the photo sticker booth. He refused to talk to me. This dead silence was way too obvious for anyone to ignore. He usually held me with his hands wherever we went but this time he didn't bother to hand hold me anymore. He didn't say a word and his frown was as transparent as his grudges. He dragged me all the way to Times Square from Windsor House. During this fifteen minute walk, he didn't say a word to me. He was acting kind of cold and stoic at the same time.

There below the gigantic TV screen of Times Square, he stopped and turned his back to face me after a prolonged period of stern avoidance of any eye contact with me. All of a sudden, he started kissing me at the most crowded place in town at the time, down below the television screen and outside City Super at Times Square, where there could be over a few dozens of passersby on any day.

I was like, wait a minute, I was not into angry sex or any kind of the likes. Not sure about you, I would not want to make out with a boyfriend who just got angry with me over a photo sticker.

He initiated the kiss and would not stop kissing even though I responded in a cold and reluctant manner. I didn't feel like kissing him like we used to, before we sorted out our "argument". He stuck his tongue out into my mouth. His tongue was burning hot, and my lips were frozen cold, which made it almost a perfect match. I remembered that he was always so much warmer than me, which made his hug just so comfy...almost like hugging a gigantic stuffed animal by Forever Friends. He did ask me once at the shopping mall in South Horizons, why the hell my hands were icy cold. I told him I could be a ghost. I always thought that Rex and Angel looked too alike. It could be that Angel attached her spirits onto Rex's body to keep me safe and sound. But I could be wrong, and I knew that too. Anyways, I had always been into new age and witch craft. Stuff like reincarnation and spirits fascinated me.

But Rex was very manipulative. City slicker, as what you would call. All of a sudden, he stopped kissing and withdrew from his warm embracing hug.

In a stern face, he asked me a few questions which I didn't know how to respond. The first was, "Have you ever loved me?" I was like, okay, what was up with him? I didn't know a fucking photo sticker could make him doubt my love for him. From what I knew about him, he was more grown up than that.

To be honest, I was kind of angry with him for doubting my love. With all the PDA and public kisses, he still wondered if I ever fell in love with him, as if I gave away my "first night" randomly to a gangster just because I was a casual woman.

So I said, "no, never ever!"

Rex was not satisfied with my answer. After all, he wanted something more.

Rex started losing his temper and threw me with another question.

"So you have never loved me."

"No, not for a split second."

Okay, now what?

"So you have been playing with me only for all this time?"

"Yes, I have just been playing with you only. There has been no love whatsoever between you and me."

He pulled away like he finally heard what he had been longing to hear for the longest time. I was rather angry because he wanted me to state the obvious and certify our love with a vow. I thought to myself, what the fuck was wrong with him that day? Really? A photo sticker fight?

He left me without saying a word that night.

He just abandoned me like that at Times Square and walked straight back to his home on his own. I was left stranded in the middle of Hong Kong's busiest street, all alone. I was kind of angry, because he was putting on a show like I was a bitchy slut bossing him around while playing with his heart. I must have slept with him to trade a Chanel bag or Gucci tote. I must have been in a relationship with a gangster for the money. I must have been an easy woman who gave away my first night like it was nothing. It must have been that way, no doubt about that. I must have come from a lucky village in an outlying island, totally unaware of the consequences of playing with a man's heart, and that of a gangster too. Thank you very much.