His mother called out to him by name, to let him know a farang was approaching from behind.
I was late for work, and walking in a hurry. I had left the steps leading from an overhead bridge and was now on the footpath.
I walked past the mother. She saw that I was a farang male, so called out to her son, who was slightly in front of me.
'Taem!'
He turned around, saw me, and looked shocked.
A large farang was bearing down on his scanty frame. More importantly, it was a male.
Taem looked about 16, tidy, and compact.
I didn't wait for an introduction. This young man looked cute.
'Do you have a boyfriend?' I asked.
He giggled, put his hands up to his mouth, giggled some more. His bright white teeth flashed in the fading dusk light.
He must waggle his butt - more like strutting on a catwalk - as a matter of course, because he didn't know a male was approaching. Does his mother get sick of all that preening?
She wanted to help her son find a mate. That's why she called his name, so he wouldn't miss me.
Taem repeated my question. His voice was deep.
His mother laughed.
'No.'
'Why are you waiting?'
I was in a hurry, and couldn't slow down. In a moment I would be past him.
He laughed again.
'...Or do you like being single?'
I sped past. I looked back at him a few times, as I continued my hurried journey to work.
He kept waggling, a white beacon in the gathering gloom.
But the distance between us grew, until he was a faint white blip at the end of a dark road.
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