Girl, Rejected.

 Women have been known to reject men. It has forever been an unspoken fact. [sad] They turn down invitations from guys they knew who can’t afford to buy them coffee. They’d turn their backs on guys who drive cars that are close to being impounded. They shun invitations from men whose biceps have seen better days. They say no to men just because they have to. Yes, we can be mean. We are empowered to be.

Sadly, I’ve heard majority of these men are known to be women-haters, sad, bitter people and gasp, suicidal after being rejected.

The percussive rejection? No, because I am not into you.
Ouch. Let’s take a salacious look at the blow. Chest heavy. Mind boggling. Eyes shiny. I wouldn’t know. I’m not a man.
So I had to find out from Chi-Jesus.

Him: I just wanted you to know that even if something happened between us, nothing has changed. I still like you like I told you I do.
Me: I know. I’m just sad that that’s all it will ever be. You know that I like you too. I can tell what you wanted right from the start but I let you because I like you and normally if I like someone I never play.
Him: You’re the serious type.
Me: (nods) How come you don’t have a girlfriend?
Him: Good question. I don’t know either. Maybe I lost my mojo.
Me: Attraction is shallow. Or maybe you just have a short attention span.
Him: Maybe.
Me: I really like you.
Him: So do you want a relationship?
Me: If it’s a problem, err, I wouldn’t want to impose.

…………

Hold your breath. Keep it up for the next five minutes.
This is THE answer.

Him: To be honest, I’m not really ready to be in a commitment right now. It’s not about you. I have nothing against you. You are kind, sweet and beautiful. I just don’t know why I’m like this.

…………

The beautiful got me there.

Me: Hey, don’t worry about that. I appreciate your honesty. Muah.
Him: Are you sure its okay? I thought you were mad.
Me: I’m not. Just disappointed. But does that mean we can no longer see each other?
Him: Of course I’ll still see you. I can’t even wait till your next vacation back home this Dec.
Me: Great. We can always do non-committal.
Him: Non-commital. I love that.

Ah. I got it all figured out. For now. Men + commitment = disaster. Men + noncommittal relationship = everything. Another pseudoist. Clap. Clap. The rejection hurts. I feel like I just gained weight and I’m trying on a size six dress. My friends were like, “Ang yabang! Feeling gwapo!” No, he’s not. He was just being honest. He could be ready to commit but its just not with me. If only girls at the same time could just be that clear and honest to men, then they can prolly save lives by now. Smarting from that rejection only took a day because it was short and honest. He set expectations that a relationship was not going to happen. I was able to move on right away. Well, after a few days I guess I will be.

There will be no bitter, “It’s his loss” angry chant because I was the one who wanted him and he doesn’t feel the same way.
It’s therefore, MY LOSS.
Boohoo.

Its time we fold our egos and send it to the dust bin because it doesn’t do much good. Wallow and gloriously claim, “Basted ko bai!”

Indecent Proposing

Another round of indecent proposals which tones spoke volumes, which heavily emphasizes on the obvious but falls short on the desired results.

I wanted to go out with you.
What do you have in mind?
Coffee? Tea? Tease?

Oi, where ken cupid find you today?
Indulging my sweet tooth. Where are you? And Cupid who?
At the sofa. Looking for ideas.. With long term effects. Your intrusion most welcome.
Scoot over then.
The sofa has room for one hottie who is in need of a backrub while her soles are marinating in a tub of warm water with thai herbs.
Don’t pull that one off. I’m a sucker for that. I’ll pretend you didn’t say that.
I’ll pretend you didn’t say sucker. You’re giving me a tummy ache.
Can a woman text without insinuating anything? But glad of the results, though.
I’ll give you directions.

Hey hottie.
Hey, you’re hot yourself.
Wanna do something about that?

This place sucks but your looks make it all worthwhile. I gotta see ‘em moves, though. Private party?

Thru SMS: When I’m feeling blue, all I have to do, is make love with someone new.

(… to be concluded.. sometime)

this road is promising. if in a pseudo situation, there is no end, as if in a picture.

[pic of road going to tagolaon, misamis oriental]

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The Deal With…

 Let’s just call him Chinese Jesus or Chi-Jesus as his email address is. A 29 year old basketball player who hangs out with the same crowd as the men she’s been with, cousins plus an uncle who happens to be his coach. Tall, fair skinned and smart. Your diva was hooked. Before she came to Cagayan, he has been heaping his excitedness of seeing her once she gets to her hometown. “I cannot wait to see you, I’ve never been this excited.” She cannot wait to get home.

 So she came and they saw each other at a party. They agreed to ditch their friends later and meet up.

 “I finally get to see you.” He said. “I missed you so much.”

 Even though she doesn’t understand why, her hair stood up on their end from the giddiness he brought.

 “Let’s go to the beach.”

 Lopez Beach at 3am. Closed. He got out from the car, exchanged a few words with the tenant and got back in. Seconds after, the gate opened.

 “Ooh.” She purred. “Whatever did you do? Such power, ha.”
 He winked. “More where it came from.”

 She shivered at that. They parked at the far left. Under a tree. Dark. She heard the car engine put to a stop. Then silence. No one talked for a while.
 She shivered again.

 “Cold?” He asked. When she nodded, he wrapped his arms around her. “I cannot believe I am already here. At this place. With you.” He was murmuring through her hair. “Do you know how this makes me feel?”
 “Tell me.”
 “Ever since I saw you, there was instant attraction. Everytime I ask about you, there is always someone against it.”

 She raised her eyebrows.

 “Your uncle! Your cousins, your friends. I cannot get near you. There is this huge wall around you all the time that no one can penetrate.”

 She had to laugh at that.

 “It’s not funny. Now that I’m here, its unbelievable. Were you ever attracted to me at all?” He stared into her eyes when he asked that.
 “Yes.” There was no hesitation.
 “You were?!” He asked incredulously as if knowing sooner would have saved him the trouble. “I cannot believe it.”

 He then kissed her. The kiss was hasty. Urgent. Wet. It reminded her of a kiss when she was in high school and a boy was clumsily feeling her chest. She was startled but she kissed him back. He gave a soft hum. He came up for air and looked at her. Wild thoughts raced to her head. This shouldn’t be happening. She liked him. Really liked him. She doesn’t want it to just be like that. Sexual. Hurried. She was about to tell him to stop when his lips found hers again. His hand found her the top of her dress and fumbled for entry. There was an oomph and the tube dress was already on her waist. 
 
 “Hey..” She stroked his sweaty forehead to calm him down. He was breathing heavily, his lips on her neck, and his hands were on her left breast.
 
 “Do you want to go somewhere else?” The look on his face told her everything. Hungry. Hot. He wasn’t looking at her. He was just looking. Sadly, she pushed the top of her dress back in place, looked away and whispered, “Lets.”

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