Flirting with a straight guy

I can report no progress on the condo-moving front. Maiyuu spent the day at work yesterday, and went back there again last night. He did not have time to call anyone, or look up any places on the internet. That's okay...the novelty of finding a new place to live is starting to fade for me, too.

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A young man and his girlfriend have moved into my present place. He is tall, handsome, and knows it. I see him most nights in the condo carpark, talking to the security guard in northeastern dialect.

In the lift the other day, he was wearing a T-shirt which showed off his chest muscles, though he may have puffed out his chest to give me a better look.

Standing from behind, I looked admiringly over his shoulder as we went down in the lift.

His girlfriend, who is much smaller, was barely in my field of vision, so preoccupied was I with Mr Chest.

As he chatted to the security guard in the carpark, he lifted his T-shirt, so I could look at his back.

As I walked past I turned to look - which he saw, of course. Mr Chest and the guard laughed.

I have seen him several times since, and each time I give him an admiring look. My boyfriend has noticed that I like Mr Chest, too. 

About midday yesterday, I was in the lift again. It stopped at the fifth floor, and who should get in but my young friend.

He was wearing a wrap around his waist, and nothing else. When he saw me he sat down wearily on his haunches. He had just woken, as he was rubbing his eyes.

'What is wrong, my boy...are you sleepy?' I asked him, as a father might tease his son.

'Mmmm?' he replied sleepily.

'Oh...it's alright, young one,' I said, making a parental clucking sound.

I was teasing him. He knows what I am, and likes the attention, so why not play?

When the lift arrived on the ground floor, half a dozen tenants were waiting. They looked at my bare-chested friend, but said nothing.

His girlfriend had called, woken the boy, and told him to come down to meet her at the entrance.

An hour later, I had finished my business in the market, and was returning to the condo when who should walk out of the lift.

My young man, alone, had showered and dressed. He was wearing a black dress singlet, to show off his chest.

'Are you over your drowsiness?' I asked. He laughed.

Eight hours pass. Last night, after returning from work, I went down into the market again for a walk, and in the hope of seeing my young friend.

He walked into the lift as I was leaving it. 'You're going out to drink!' he joked.

Esan types, who are less hung up about themselves than Bangkok folk, love a good drink. Perhaps Mr Chest, who speaks in a thick Esan accent, is a recent arrival from the provinces.

'No, I am not,' I said, taken aback by his brazenness.

He made sissy sounds, as if he was imitating a girl. Now it was his turn to tease me.

Mr Chest behaves as if he is high on his own hormones. His girlfriend looked as if she was used to his boisterous streak, and said nothing.

Another tenant, aged in his late 20s, looked confused. He was not used to such behaviour.

I can see I shall have to treat Mr Chest with caution, unless I want to be ribbed mercilessly in front of other tenants.

Still, one good tease deserves another. Next time I shall have to stroke his chest, and ask his name.