Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
Borgy Manotoc remembers me.
After our department’s panel interview with the guy, he shook my hand and said, “it’s like I already met you a million times before.”
Really? That was totally unexpected because the first time I met/impromptu interviewed him, I was with four other girls months and months ago.
Hmmm… what exactly did he remembered, I wonder? Was it my broken English? Was it because I had the biggest butt? Or was it because he realized then that even though we were engaged in an animated conversation, I had no idea who he was save for his name?
Nevertheless, he remembered little ol’ me. I won’t deny that it’s very flattering. And okay, at my level of obscurity that’s A.W.E.S.O.M.E.
My first impression of him never changed. I still think him very witty, well-mannered, and every sentence he utters is quotable. He’s smart and was raised well.
There was this funny part during the interview where he was explaining that he was a one-woman man. I totally did not believe him. I mean, hello? He’s 21, a certified hottie, and has raging hormones. He is a walking sex god by some standards of the female specie.
I didn’t realize I was snickering out loud, when he turned towards me and said, “Stop laughing. That is not funny at all. I don’t know what’s your deal, but my mom believes me.”
I think I was properly reprimanded. He did try to soften the blow by chuckling. Thank god, the people around me thought it was a joke and laughed it off, as well.
Overall though, he has become one of my favorite celebrity/models, despite his middle name.
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