What Got Me Into Writing My First Book Memoir

My first book is now available, in hardcover,  paperback, e-book formats from my online store, Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble, Xlibris.com, Powell's Books, and other online stores. 
Some friends and curious readers would ask me what happened that led me to writing down my memoirs. Although parts of the answer could be found when you get the chance to read my book, the easiest answer has been my frustration over being unable to get and form a long term relationship with someone whom I admired and liked the minute I saw him online. He, then, wore a long hairstyle and has been well spoken as expected from someone who graduated from the top Jesuit university in the Philippines. I haven't told him about his influence on me that led me to writing my first book memoir. But we've been reconnected again on Facebook.com after so many years of not being in touch.

I would recall that we were connected in minds and hearts during the exchange of emails we've shared electronically. I don't recall how I got to meet him online but I'm sure I was very fascinated over the idea that I was dealing with an authentic person whom I got to meet the first time thru online means. He's an artist, and I was still then trying to push deep into my subconscious the idea that I wanted to pursue the life of an accomplished artist myself. That happened at least 15 years ago while we were both young and much good looking than we are now. I was still leading and pursuing a corporate lifestyle back in the Philippines, i.e., I was employed full time and was thinking that I would be happy being such until retirement time because my employer's a very stable company back in the Philippines.

And I would recall that this fellow with long hair met up with me in person for the first time in a major pizza house catering to families somewhere in Ortigas, the other major business center in the Philippines, and when the MRT on EDSA was still not built then. I think it was dinner time then and it was a weekday. We were chatting and idling the time away but we could not contain the physical attraction that we had for each other the minute we met. We probably met first in one of the shopping malls in the area until we decided to take a walk and continue talking. I won't be able to recall what we talked about. But I would remember the energy I was sensing from him -- he looked so good to me.

After a few minutes of being in the pizza house, he excused himself to go to the bathroom. We didn't talk about what we wanted to do to each other but I followed him, knocked on the door, and went inside the bathroom with him, which space could only contain one customer at a time. In those few moments of being by ourselves inside that tiny bathroom, we soon found ourselves kissing each other so passionately on the lips. We soon made sure we tasted each other's cocks, which we did quickly. We hugged and kissed each other in such a way that the memory would still linger in me up to now. We both came, I believe.

We never met again after that brief bathroom scene, although we kept in touch online for some time after that encounter. I soon realized the futility of pursuing him and offering a long term relationship with him. He would not be able to do so, as he was then so much involved in a relationship with a Jesuit priest. This fact he admitted to me right away in one of the earliest online exchanges we've done for each other. The Jesuit priest seemed to me to be the jealous type, and who has books on Philippine culture that are considered well written and authoritative. And I didn't want to get in the way in what was happening between them. I would only wish the best for both of them.

In my frustration, and as a way to vent out my rage, I took my seat and started writing drafts of my memoir before my computer.