It Doesn't Matter

Once a Malate boy, always a Malate boy. 

And most of the people I've interacted with who don't go there always get grossed-out.

Maybe it's the culture.

Maybe it's the place.

Maybe it's the people.

But I don't care, I had always been fond of going there even if some memories are bittersweet and heart-breaking.  

The past will remain the past.

The memories will only remain memories.

The past encounters will remain past encounters.

I ask detractors why not join me so that they will have an idea what it's like there?

Because it's a dirty, filthy, nasty place. And that's a major place for hook-ups. Most guys would tell me.

Well, where isn't nowadays? I made a decent rebuttal.

Everywhere you look, you can get sex. I can name a lot! Malls, restos, internet shops, work place, gyms, and even train stations! They're all places to get hook-ups. And, it's up to you if you would take the bait or not. I further continued.

It's really up to you, your personality, your emotions and how you define limitations that makes all the decisions. Not the place. Never the place.

Malate is a place to unwind, to relax, to soul-search. It just provides an ambiance near to eroticism. And again, the person decides.

It's a party place, a meeting of the minds albeit in a different manner and setting though. I don't see anything wrong with that.

Whorehouse. Flirts. Bitches. Sluts. Fuckers and suckers. These are just some of what I have heard them describing the place.

And I admit, it's true and it's really prominent, I guess, more prominent than some other public places. That's why they judge you easily because booking is a simpler investment and the self is the market. As contrary to the places above where it's more discreet, more subtle.

Malate is haven for me. This is where I can dance the night away without thinking of anything, uh , I mean almost anything. Without thinking anything. Brain dead? Hahaha!

This is where all the tension at home, at work, at the external and internal stressors present all be put in a keep safe for at least the night. And that will be a good three to four hours. Not bad! Not bad at all. :)

And when I think about it, I really don't have too much to explain to them other than that it provides me that needed solitude in a crowded and deaf-inducing area like that.

Ironic? It sure is. But after graduating from college, I don't think school is the second home for me anymore.

Malate is. Bed bar is. O Bar is.

Yes. I'm a flirt. You can even say I'm a great one. A refined one. A pure bred flirt.

But I'm not a whore. Nor a slut. Nor a bitch. Nor a fucker and a sucker. 

Not on weekdays at least.