Quick Stop

Alryt, this is going to be quick. I'm in UP (alma mater!) to meet up with Gilda and Terteen. They're both going to be late, fortunately. So I have this few precious minutes to log in a post. I was sure I had something in mind today, but I probably lost the thread of it while doing the threadmill inside Cinefit. Spent 2 hours re-watching The Covenant (remember the hot male witches?) and heck yeah, they were still hot and can still melt brain cells too.

Then, I probably had a slight aneurism because I bought new blouses and new office shoes. Well, it wasn't exactly splurging. PBSP is re-issuing its dress code and I can't wear my comfy slip-ons anymore. Okay. Enough about shopping.

There was something. I'll be damned if I remember. Except maybe I can ask this question instead:

What if there's this guy you like, but he does not fit your expectations of a, well, guy-you-like? I.e. does not like books, does not like music, does not even like company. And since I am not 15 years old anymore, I'm not about to memorize NBA statistics or stock up on car catalogues and watch wrestling (what's that type of wrestling they do in a cage? kinda freestyle? basta yung gory). He's just like a guy's guy. Not meaning gay, of course. I have had enough of that for three lifetimes.

I guess the question is, can you help me freakin' understand why I even like him?

I sound like I'm 13. But well, Im not embarassed to admit that when it comes to love, I have the aptitude of an 8 year old.

I miss those days when the world was simple. When love equates to chocolate, pizza, Nancy Drew books and kite-flying with Mummy and Daddy. Hate means vegetables, Mrs. Bigaw and school.

Now, there's this whole spectrum of like, passive-like, assertive-love, blah, blah. When the white and blacks mixes in with varying shades of gray and one can just get so lost trying to find color again.

(sigh)

Wish I was 8 again.

Comments

  1. Lucid Dreamer9:54 PM

    because you do. no need for explanations...if i were you, just enjoy the company.

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