First time kong magkagusto sa kapwa lalaki
I had a girlfriend last year, and before that, I had never been with a guy or even felt any kind of romantic attraction toward one. So this whole experience caught me completely off guard.
One night, I went to a party with a friend, and that’s where I met him. We started talking, and the conversation just flowed so naturally. There was something about the way we connected that felt different—easy, genuine. At some point, I realized I was actually attracted to him, which was new and confusing for me. By the end of the night, we ended up in bed together.
Since then, I’ve been trying to figure out what I’m feeling. I don’t know if it’s the beginning of something deeper, like falling in love, or if it’s just infatuation. All I know is that I’ve never felt this way before, and it’s both exciting and overwhelming.
What really stayed with me was how we parted ways. We took the LRT together, but we were heading in opposite directions—me going south, him going north. We stood on opposite sides of the platform, just looking at each other while waiting for our trains. I remember making little gestures, like pretending my head hurt or doing random things just to make him laugh. It surprised me because I’m not usually like that, especially not in public. But in that moment, I didn’t care. I just wanted to keep his attention a little longer.
I had such a great time with him, but when it came to reaching out afterward, I got really shy. Looking back, I know that was kind of a “torpe” move. Instead of messaging him myself, I asked my friend to reach out for me. My friend later showed me a screenshot of his reply, and he said he was a bit disappointed that I didn’t message him directly.
The truth is, I was just nervous. What we shared felt special to me, and I didn’t want to mess it up. I wanted whatever was between us to continue, but I didn’t know how to start.
I’m usually the type of person who doesn’t rely much on my phone—I can go a whole day without checking it. But now, I catch myself looking at it more often, hoping to see a message from him. It’s such a small thing, but it says a lot about how much this experience has affected me.
I also understand that our situations are different. He’s already working, while I’m still a student, so maybe that plays a part too.
Still, I can’t help but hope he replies soon.