It's All About the Fish

“Did you hear about the tragedy in Romblon?”
“Who hasn’t! That boat, tsk tsk.”
“I know. Seems like eating fishes right now are out of the question.”
“Gasp! I just HAD fish.”
“Serious? You are not supposed to have ANY. I worry about you now.”
“I happen to LOVE fish.”
“What kind of fish did you eat today?”
Colored eyes rolling. “CALAMARE!”
“What kind of calamari!?”
“Umm…”
“Tsk. How many times have you had fish this week?”
Ah, pisting yawa. “Hmm, beh. I had one last Monday. Fillet on Tuesday. Then the one I had earlier. I might have fish tomorrow and maybe my friend will be having fish on her party this Saturday.”
“I worry now. Promise me you won’t eat fish ha?”
“Fish crackers?”

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FIRST DATE

“Consistency has always been key.”
“The calling? The texting?”
“Hardly. Just a plain, Hey Sexy text a day or two.”
“No plans in the future?”
Pause. “If future means this weekend, then no.”
“What is the most future invitation that he can come up with anyway?”
“Wellll… He might want my babies soon.”
“You are HALLUCINATING.”
“3 years is fine. I’d still say yes.”
“You will drive him away with that talk.”
“I will NOT give him that talk. I just met the guy last week.”
“Seven days and no future plans. You should be concerned.”
“There was THAT uneventful invite last Friday.”
“Which made him go—?”
“Hey, Sexy! What else?”
“…and do what?”
“Let’s have some fun.”
“Huwwaatt?”
“He can’t just say, Let’s get married! Give us a month.”
“Stymied booty call!”
“I didn’t go.”
“That just validates my point. Why?”
“Me on a plane to Cagayan de Oro.”
“Pfffft.”
“He’s just perhaps keeping me on my toes – mystery should be present, ya know..”
“Impugn the integrity of a man’s evasive tendencies?”
“Homo-evadus, you think?”
“Why are you making excuses for him?”
“Resentful juice flowing is me.”
“Every dog has its day.”
“He’s done the move already. Now its your turn.”
“One invite doesn’t qualify!”
“Do the tango.”
“I’ll ask him out. FINAL. This Saturday.”

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Love me, hate me but spare me your indifference.

Happy may be have been me when a month ago I was hanging out with my past life and my friends. Until this past life decided to get mad at yours truly and suddenly I’m a freaking bad girl with psycho tendencies.

Since The Past Life decided to get a girlfriend in Manila – who, by the way works at some so-so bar  in Greenbelt thinking she’s a bartender when, in fact, she’s a cashier – the girlfriend checked his Past Life and decided to murk through my photos in Friendster. Freaked out, she ordered him to make me delete one photo:

– Which made me curl my lips in disdain with a who-is-she-to-order-ME?!-Me!?-Of-all-people-to-take orders-from!-HER look.

Because of him, I took it out. I told him, “We’ll make new ones next week!”
He went, text me.
I did. I got an, Please-don’t-text-anymore-papunta-na-kami-ng-Manila reply.
Present girlfriend, is that you?
She was in CDO. In my hometown. Eating lunch at our restaurant. How dare she.

“So wala nalang kwenta your last texts?”
….
“Because you have a girlfriend now…”
….
“Hello?”
….

If she is hotter, sexier, smarter, richer – I will do the indifference part. I have the ego of a man plus the balls to show for it. For now, I’m singing UGLY GIRL.

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