medically inclined

Belated Happy Thanksgiving!
What are you thankful for?

I just met this medical representative from Schering-Plough last Thursday night and no, he isn’t my Thanksgiving dinner. He took me to Mountain View I swear the place is becoming too redundant. What’s this, a deja-fuck? Besides the fact that he actually has a stable job and he is related to James Yap, he is nice and bastos at the same time. I’ve never met anyone who is so open with his sex life I was glad it was dark that time or he might see me blush like mad. Hot flashes, yeah.

And he is really sweet. After dropping me home he called me up and talked for hours and yes, Globe, he’s making you rich. And I’m having goosebumps because he’s not my type yet everythinggg about him is amaaaziiing. He is the polo-barong-laptop-carrying-mini XDA sporter-guy who is so normal I get all edgy. There must be something wrong with him. There should be. There is not one single too-good-to-be-real kind of guy out there who isn’t hiding a freaky side to him. Weelll, I hate that I’m taller by 2 inches and my Janylyns are not helping. My head was spinning too and getting deaf from the argument going inside my head:

He is just after what every man is after. You should know better by now!
We’ve gone out for two dates straight. It was wholesome.
It always IS wholesome right before the sex.
He wanted to bring me to his company’s Christmas Party.
Scary honey, it means he’s desperate.
A guy like him isn’t cut out to be desperate.
Shut up.
He calls all the time.
Try masturbating.
I’m not gonna marry the guy.
Make him pay for a weekend at Shang.

Yet he took me to the Loft. I was with Mitz, Kit, Rj, and Sheila at Starbucks last Friday when he picked me up unbeknown st to my friends. Promise, I will tell them later. I had my favorite nonsexual drink, a Coke Light, with lemon. He had a shot of Vodka Tonic. He talked about his family in Manila and he told me how his 2 year-assignment in Cebu was a blast except that he never really had a girlfriend here. He talked about his girlfriend in Manila whom he had been living together with for three years. He talked about his last sexual contact (how gynecologically appropriate) two months ago. He talked a lot, period. In between his stories, he went, “So, do you ever chuva chuva.. How do you feel..When was…?” and it is just those moments that you feel embarrassed to narrate your story because you’d feel its his turn to think that you talk a lot so I only gave sentences that merits an answer and he was back to talking about himself. It was 1am and I was running late for work and I was like, To hell. He knew the office was just around the corner but he took me home anyway.

Deciding whether a guy will respect you or not after he sleeps over is such a subjective rule and I wanted to know who made that up because its totally BS. He’s gonna call tonight and he might see me even if I’m going out with my girls. This is getting scarier by the minute. Enjoy the weekend everyone.