In Boracay

I LOVE BORACAY.
Aside from the beautiful beach, there are lots of beautiful people too! The former I believe is so much better.
I've seen so many hot guys (and girls). Koreans in particular. One of them, wearing this black square framed glasses - was uber cute. He was the first one I noticed once we got to our hotel. Too bad he was there for his wedding pictorial.
The highlight of my night would definitely be our last night. I was with a few friends for beer at this bar called MINT. I think the owners are from New Zealand or something. Initially, there weren't many foreigners, until an hour later...
Around a dozen of them flocked to the bar. One in particular caught my attention. He had this black polo on and a face to die for. He had this cute boyish charm... Your boy next door. He kind of looks like a celebrity I've seen before. Best celebrity look alike, at the top of my head - damn I can't remember what he looks like. All I know is, he had black hair and white-ish skin. The ish added cause we were in Boracay - obviously!
I neglected his presence, or the rest of the cute guys and girls at the bar for that matter. I just wanted to drink and go right away. It seemed like they wanted us out - like this girl, she approached us and asked if we were having drinks - either she wanted to join us, or pretty much told us - buy something more or leave!
I interpreted it as that, but my friends told me that I may be her type - you know, tall dark and handsome HAHA. I mean she's a foreigner - from NEW ZEALAND. I highly doubt people like me are ever there.
When my friends told me to accompany one of them standing in the bathroom - because a guy just started talking to her - I never expected that that moment would change my life.
Mr. Hot Guy. Tall. White. SUPER handsome. I am not kidding. I swear. Suddenly reached out his hand as I was walking by. I was the only one in front of him - I panicked. I didn't know how to react. He was HOT. I reached out mine and sorta high 5ed him, at the same time shook it. I was that surprised to even think straight. I was looking at the floor the whole time. If I look at him I'd melt.
I thought hey - foreigners are friendly here. There was this other guy, when I was buying Chorizo burger, he made a comment about the food so we started a 3 sentence exchange conversation. Because! My friends don't know I'm gay/bi! So I couldn't respond flirtatiously. Damn.
So I thought - what he did was a friendly gesture. I mean, after me, he also shook some other guy's hand and talked for a while.
So anyway. I was with her at the comfort room. "Protecting her" So I thought. Another guy passed by and started a conversation, we just gave him a yes or a no to each of it just so that he'd leave.
But then, once I sat on my seat. I looked him. LOOKING AT ME. We pretty much stared at each other for what seems like forever. He didn't take his gaze off of me. And I was like, SHIT. Bad timing dude. I need to protect my image with my friends. I didn't know what to do, so I looked away. By doing so, I may have just said no to any other action possible.
SHIT. Lost chance.
I went to bed regretting the fact that we left right after that moment.
Damn
DAMN
DAMN IIIT.
I wish I could see him again. Or at least have someone look at me the same way he did.