After much prodding from my friend, JM, to find him a decent girl to date, I decided to finally skim through my cell's phonebook for a prospect. Decided to set him up with Rhia, a former colleague who, I thought would be his type.
They finally went out last night and JM called me while they were having dessert in Max Brenner (ohh la laaa). And based on the tone of their voices, it seemed like they had an amazing time together. Goodie!
JM even called me after their date and naturally, I asked for a detailed account of what transpired, which he obligingly gave. According to him, they spent the entire night laughing and just talking about everything under the sun. Good sign. And it looks like there's a second date waiting to happen in the very near future. Great, great. JM sounded really happy while I was talking to him. He finds my friend, Rhia, very smart, cute yet feisty and very funny. I spoke to Rhia and it appears like she had a grand time as well. To quote her, "JM is so nice! Ü". And she confirmed it, there will be a second date but the details have yet to be ironed out. That's really wonderful.
After talking to JM last night, I couldn't help but be reminded of how I felt after my first encounter with J. And I don't need to read this entry again to be reminded of it, because, among all my moments with J, our first date is the one that remains to be the most vivid.
I remember being such a nervous, fidgety wreck while preparing for the date (kasi naman, i was out of the dating scene for 3 years!). During the date, I remember laughing and talking, laughing and talking. I remember sighing and saying, "Wow!" right after he brought me home. I remember Aina and her then bf, Jello, laughing at me as soon as I entered the house because I had this smile plastered on my face. To put it simply, I was fascinated, overwhelmed and captivated by the million things I had in common with him and how we get along like peas in a pod. And I stayed that way for the next few weeks.
I'm way over that stage, that phase where you swoon about every single thing that someone you like does for you. There are no more kilig moments, just comfortable ones. While smiling or talking to him still brings a smile to my lips, it's just really different now. I can't seem to put my finger on it but right now, we're great friends who ask for each other's opinion, who confide in each other. I have reason to believe it's going to stay that way for awhile. And that's fine. Really.
Bunny @ Tuesday, December 21, 2004
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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.
