I would like to thank our real time analysts in the office for giving me Thursday and Friday off because I wouldnt have had the greatest weekend. But then all weekends are the best -its just that every weekend is ispesyal. Uyy… Last Thursday was dinner at my fave Harbour City with Kit, Mitz and Ramy.
Hello, Ramy – when is soccer season? Do they have those soccer shoes in wedges? Adjourned to Diqoy’s house in Baseline to go see Anton before I went out on a date with Carlo.
Dear diary, I went out with Carlo tonight. Carlo was absolutely great, greater, greatest, greatestets! He took me to this place where we can view the mountains and Cebu city, diary. He held my hand and called me babe and kissed me everywhere! He kissed me in the car, while going up the stairs, while paying for our drinks while the cashier stared, while getting down the stairs.. we did a lot of kissing, diary, my lips were sore but it was sweet. He was sweet. He could have been boyfriend material if only he wasn’t getting back to Manila on Friday. We went home at 5am and he said he’ll be calling me and texting me and looking forward the next time he gets back to Cebu.
I said no. No promises. No nothing. Told him just wish I’m not seeing anyone when you get back cause this will be good for us. There will be no real science to make a guy stick. Sad.
on Friday, Kit, Sarah, Anton and I went shopping in Ayala and was supposed to go out after when Sarah Jessica Parker and the rest of the girls in Manhattan won over a night out with boys. “Kit, I’ll just have a few blinkies while you watch SATC, ha?” Resulta? Sleepfest in dreamland.
I thought I wouldn’t be seeing anymore of Anton when the pangit texted saying he wanted to hang out. So we were at Starbucks in Ayala the entire afternoon and I missed this opaw so much I’m just glad he’s back in Cebu and it’ll just be like old times again.. sniff, minus the D of course. I just didn’t miss how he pokes fun at everything I do. Makeup ka na naman?? I swear your nose is almost disappearing na! Or, Pang ilang planner na yan? Magcollect ka nlng kaya ng sticker? Or the worse, I just came back and how come wala ka boyfriend? Eeyouch. Welcome back, Tony. Haha.
Dinner was at Patio Isabel before we followed friends at the Loft. The friends consisted of Aina, and Joan and Apol – Anton’s ex. ‘Di man awkward. Just weird. And Apol’s fine with seeing him and so was he. Is there a rule to not let friends and cousins date? Here goes the rules na naman. Tsk tsk.
The Sunday was spent with the medrep. The entire day. The whole day. Anong ibig sabaw sa bihon? Lunch. Movies – Karma. Dinner – Tongs. I even saw Apol at Ayala and his arms were around my shoulders at that time. He sensed me stiffen so he let go. I felt bad but I cannot help but text Apol. “Whatchu think?” She texted back, “I think you two are bagay.” Whoa! I look good together with someone not as tall as my ex? Oh God, sorry for being superficial but my mommy told me I should be with someone tall, tall, and tall. Basketball player height tall. Sob. So I texted Mitz, “please text me when you’ll go out para I’ll have an excuse to go na – please any excuse, I’ll pick you up pa.” and she didn’t and harumph. Traydor. “Date ka muna with the boyfriend ..”
Ate, why? What did I do to you?
Good thing she did at 12 and I was more than ecstatic to go over her house and say bye to medrep. Bad noh? Well he was already sleeping at Jet’s house when we dropped by naturally he should be home sleeping by then. Me? Out with the Mitzaloo!
Oh well, carwash lang ang show. Don’t mention nalang the heavy drizzle that met us after. Just want to point out that .. amazinnggg…. at 12mn… there’s a carwash open pa!
Me home at 2am to get ready with a 5am date. Yes, yes, even people go on coffee dates at 5am because the work is at 6. Sofa boy from last year texted STUNNINGLY (me stunned suddenly) after a month long hiatus to say he’s back.
Him: Wanna hear lame jokes at the bar? This is sofa boy from last year who wanted to give you a Thai massage.
Me: Can’t. Have work tomorrow. Ugh.
Him: What time is ‘ugh’ tomorrow?
Me: 6am. Sucky..
Him: What are your plans for this upcoming parade?
Me: Everything indoors. can’t stand crowds and the sun. You?
Him: 11pm, raid your crib. 12Mn, listen to you snore. 1Am, sneak out of room. 2Am, sneak back in, more staring. 3Am, plant one on forehead, sneak out. 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11am, cuss myself for being a jerk. Yours?
Me: Doing everything inside the room. Minus the snoring.
Him: Go home and sleep. I’ll take you to work at 5am. Be at your crib in 5.
… and he was. Waiting in the car. At 5am. Did he really stay up that late or did he really get up that early? Wow. I’m impressed with the guy’s way to get me to sleep with him. He took me to work and waited downstairs while I logged in. Thirty minutes of talking inside the car made me realized I don’t understand his game. He wanted my bestfriend, Valerie. He also wanted me. He is 38 years old, much to my surprise that he doesn’t look like it and my chagrin. At 38, well-versed, very played or splayed. He is the 1000-night stand every girl must have claimed to have.
This is new. This is intimidating. This is very refreshing because I. Don’t. Know. What. To. Do. He was talking about being in Indonesia and CDO at the same time. He compared both cities and claimed that CDO needs a lot of work and her neighboring municipalities should develop because the city is already congested and the dialogue inside my head is, “Dude, CDO has bars. WFT are you talking about?” and I feel embarrassed to be so superficial and shallow because all I could also think of was that I forgot to put on mascara. What is happening to me?
He went, “I’m sure this call center thing is just an excuse to leave CDO.” I huffed my chest and defended myself, “Not really. I’m going to work for UN next year. They need 25 year old volunteers and I still need another year.” Hoping he was impressed? He scoffed. “Hunbun, good luck to whatever that is.” I folded my arms and raised my eyebrow and ‘nieta, who is this guy?
So the most I could come up with was, “You’ll be surprised.” Then he gestured to the clock. “As much Im tempted to get you off work…” He kissed me on the cheek and fixed my hair. “Go. I’ll see soon, I’ll be at your door anytime. I have until two weeks. That’s 15 minutes of backrub per day?”
I smiled sweetly and said, “I’ll call you.”
….because I’m scared of you — you, sofa boy, who is likely to come into my life, and smoothly whisk me in this dreamland you call fantasy world, and be your 1001-night stand and break my 24 year old heart. 😀