“What movie are we going to watch?”
“A pink film from Thailand,” he said nonchalantly then suddenly like a teenage girl who just saw her crush, he excitedly whispered, “it’s a love story.”
“A Thai gay love story, huh?”
“A Bangkok Love Story,” he said out loud with a smile on his face.
“Oh, aaahmmm… can we watch something else? Something that does not have “love” in the title or hmmm…in the plot?”
“Ah, yeah. Lay off the dark chocolates buddy. You are getting too bitter.” He said mockingly.
“Yeah, can you lay off the cheeses and corn and while you are at it, even the marsh mallows, too?”
“What was that? And they call it a love story?” He protested.
“Great ending, ei?”
“Why can’t they be together in the end? After what he did, they should be together? That’s so unrealistic,” he bickered.
“Bangkok Love Story, a love story. I enjoyed it. Let’s watch it again?”
“Can we stop where it became sad?” He begged.
“Can we start where it became sad?”
“Sure, is that your death wish?”