Waking up at 6pm is not my usual waking time so that means anything that would make me get up at that time only signifies 1. I have a date; 2. I’m seeing my beau; 3. I have a party to go and lastly 4. I needed to curl my hair before work.
Tonight, I had a date with the Persian guy who vehemently insists that he is not Muslim and he grew up in Turkey. We went for drinks @ my friend Apol’s bar in Mango and talked about his classes, my work, his siblings, my being the Eldest, his lovelife, and my lovelife. The last time he has had a girlfriend was 3 years ago because he claims he just doesn’t have time to have a girlfriend – but he has time to go on dates, I guess. I told him I’m going home to Mindanao and he was fascinated.
Him: “are you muslim?”
Me: “No. When I get back, I will be.”
Him: “Come on. I know you are Muslim.”
Me: “Fine. I am.”
He sobered at that. The Persian started inching his seat near me, placed an arm around my chair and talked to my ear. Ooh.. the place isn’t even that noisy. He started talking in Arab and I was lost.
and he did. I tilted my cheek and my lips met his! In public! But it was good and I let him and I knew that Apol’s staff was probably scandalized but I was glad for my Victoria’s Secret gloss in Vanilla.
Me: “What wash that? (the Smirnoff Ice was wearing thin)
Him: “I said I wanna kiss you.”
Thank you, Victoria. Hahah. I had to leave at 11 because of work and we were holding hands while getting to the car when I got a text message saying, “Hoy, Gianna. What are you doing with that Arabo!? What if ****’s friends see you? I thought you are so over men from the Middle East ahhahah!” Bummer. I forgot about my beau. Well, nothing to be guilty about. Nada. Shaking my head here. But i texted him I missed him just in case. Biting my nails here. Snip.