The Hunk, The Model, and the Cute

I was there sitting in a coffee shop, amidst the Pradas, the Havaianas, the Lacost, the Luis Vuitton. In the seas of loptops: Apple Mach, HP, Dell, Sony, Samsung and Acer and amidst the good looking people there I was sitting in my slippers with feet so dirty, a sweat-drenched t-shirt, a hair like I just woke up from a terrible nightmare. The security looked at me as if I am an alien or a thief, while the bartender looked at me strangely as if I am a clown from a circus visited by Ondoy. Anyway, just before me are three guys. A hunk with a buff chest and big arms, and abs like breads and at his right was a cute guy who keeps on smiling his blood red lips that matches his super white tone and a small chinky eyes and to the left was a model, lean and sporty and I know I saw him in a billboard somewhere.

The physique, the "IT" and the hotness oozing among the three guys, the brands that they wear, the gadgets that they own..eye catching...head turner....fire starters...girls giggle as they pass by and gays act like they want to catch their attention. I smile as I watch the public's reaction. I wonder why people are into the abs....the skin...the chest..the body...the face...I was thinking if my partner will go back to the gym, if he goes to his usual routine of visiting his dermatologist twice a month and will be more hotter than them, he will turn out to be my object for decoration. I will display him around as we hang out in coffee shops, people will be jealous and say I am lucky and he will be the object of desire and I will be the object of envy. But I don't want to have an object for display...because that would be my Gundam Collections I took from my classmate after wacking him with the arm chair way back in high school.

But then again, with a super hot, jaw dropping, sex appeal oozing partner I will be the most suspicious man in the world because I know there are swarm of piranhas behind us waiting for that single mistake; then they will devour our relationship with deception and lies so that they can have my partner for themselves, like a small piece of meat thrown into a pack of hungry wolves. I would be a hypocrite if I say I don't appreciate a well managed body complete with the abs, the chest and the biceps. But I can appreciate someone even more who can blend to my chemistry, someone who knows that the best way to my heart is through my stomach....they can have the body and the sex appeal, they can have the hot man all they need to do is to leave me a person who is a real human (not a man but a human) and not someone who will float when I throw him to the sea.

I love my hubby now, I hug him at night...I hug him while he surfs his PR account, I mess around with the boys who flirts with him and leave them sleeping on the street with a loose tooth. I intentionally turn off the main electricity when I see him watch porn...yes I love my partner...I squeeze him tight...and he squeezes me even tighter with his muscular biceps until I turn blue due to suffocation...yup I love him not only because his hot, or he has the "it" factor...I love him because he makes me feel human.....