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Monday, November 08, 2004

THE GAMES MEN PLAY (or maybe he just wants me as a friend talaga?)

My friend, Aina to J: Do you like Bunny?
(He was right beside me when this question was asked)
J: What's not to like?

And then I find out hours later that Charo asked him the same question a few days back and he gave the same answer.


And all this happened after we spent Friday night at a friend's birthday party and left for Tagaytay at 3am, played cards, had coffee and ice cream at a Shell gas station there, watched the sunrise at his fave spot right before 6am, had the sudden urge to hit the beach and drove all the way to Nasugbu (we didn't have extra clothes!!!) and stayed in a resort there.

How could you give an answer as vague as that after you just gave me a back, head and arm massage in the cottage? After we took a 2-hour nap beside each other? After standing in knee-deep sea water just talking and laughing? After you bought me my favorite pichi-pichi?!? 2 bags of pichi-pichi! Not one, but two! What's not to like, whats not to like?!?!? What kind of !@#$%^&* answer is that?

When we got back to Manila at 530pm Saturday and you had a badminton game at 6, you asked if it was okay to hang out at my place for awhile. What's not to like when I suggested that you take a power nap in my room because you haven't had sleep, because you drove the whole time. Whats not to like when you started browsing through my books and asked if you could borrow one? What's not to like when after my bath, I went inside the room and found you asleep on my bed? After all this, all you have to say for is, "What's not to like?" It has got to be more clearer than that.

Dude, I like you so much but I can play games, too.

Okay. Fine. So maybe I'm exagerrating. I know I said I wouldn't assume. I'm not but dammit, I'm still a girl. A gushing, kinikilig girl. Ahuhuhuhu! And now I have to force myself to hit the brakes. To just stay put and to not fall. Not yet. Woman, be in control.

After a lot of thinking last night, I figured that I wouldn't have it any other way, anyway. My male friends have assured me that you like me, romantically speaking. But that maybe you're just taking your time. That maybe you want to start out as friends. Or that you think it's still too soon for me as I had just gotten out of a relationship 3 months ago. I have no problem with that because I don't want to be in a relationship right now. I don't think I'm ready. This stage of getting all kilig and anticipating for your next move is thrilling, exciting and soooo nakakaloka at the same time. This arrangement is fine. It's cool by me. So yeah, we're cool.

Right now, we're friends. Friends who see each other practically everyday. We'll see where this journey takes us.

Oh by the way, thanks for the tall hot chocolate you brought to my place last night. Talking to you over your cup of coffee and my hot choco while sharing cigarettes was the perfect ending to an almost perfect weekend.

Mamaya ulit? :D

about moi

Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her 3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi, constantly needs caffeine, wonders when she'll quit smoking, and will most likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much (if the cigarettes doesn't get to her lungs first). Can't live without accessories especially big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for dinner.

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