a musician and a nurse

 Amazingly last Monday, I was out on a date with this Chi-Span guy who lived coincidentally in the same posh neighborhood as my beau’s. He doesn’t know him, what are the odds, right?

Average height, slightly overweight, fair-skinned, very polite, very articulate –not so my type. Great guy though, he studied fine arts in Cebu and then went to US to study college. Had a band. Long hair, undercut sides. Glasses. But a car-enthusiast! Hot, sleek, lowered, fast car type of enthusiasm. I take it it’s not sold in the Philippines. And he is nice. Very nice. It’s like, “I want you to show me your tattoo. B-but I-I mean if its okay w-with you.” Aww…

I could never imagine anything happening with him. He’s an artist. I’m arte. Haha. I told him I like guys who looked so harmful you feel like he’s gonna rip you apart after. He wanted to be like that. I told him, “It wouldn’t be you, honey. It wouldn’t look good even if you tried.” And he laughed.

Yet we talked about seeing each other again, this time with his other friend whom he wanted me to set him up with my friend. The friend is six feet tall with a beach house. Is it bad to go after his friend? Muahaha.

The night after that I was out with another guy which made O say that I never respect work days. Men are not a bad job, might as well employ myself at their mercy.

The date is a nursing graduate who recently took the NCLEX exam and is now reviewing for IELTS. The date’s last name is the same as one of our late Presidents. Hint Hint. He is also fidgety because of an alleged leakage in the exam which made every examiner bemoan their faith on whether they are going to take the exams again. Luckily, President Gloria decided against it and well, these guys have been able to breathe much easier. He had been able to breathe easier. He smelled of breath mints. Wink. Wink.

We were at Mountain View hours before I had to leave for work– wow, amazing view. Sweet. It’s like parking in the middle of the road with nothing but shrubs and the city lights to surround you. Romantic. Plus he’s really sweet. He’s the boyfriend material kind of guy: very attentive, tells you he’d move mountains just to be with you, tells you he can stay up late for you, and even offer to drive you to work everyday. Aww isn’t that sweet? It’s so refreshing to know this guy, I am almost impressed until his hand find their way on my leg after talking for hours and his head was already on my shoulders. Sweet, and subtle do get him to places.

But I like him. Oh, shit. He looks like Luke Mejares with broad shoulders. Groan.

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