Monday, March 12, 2007
My life is no longer a telenovela.
I don’t quite know how to answer my friends when they ask me how things are between me and Patrick. “Fine” is stale. “It’s wonderful!” is cliché. “I’m happy with him” is boring.
I’m sure that they are perfectly willing to listen to my yakking how great things are but I don’t know where to start.
Should I start by saying that Pat would fetch me from school every Wednesday and we would sometimes lie on Sunken Garden? That he would scold me when I laugh at silly college boys falling at the uneven ground of Sunken? That we would talk about our future under the stars?
Or that we would eat cheap steaks in one of his favorite hunts? Or that our lives are in constant search for cheap food and great taste? That he would oblige when I ask him to give me gifts? That he would do something, anything when I tell him?
That I love kissing him on the cheeks (at least fifteen times in a minute)? That he calls me his woodpecker because of it? And that his eyes did not even linger over a Viva hot babe when we saw one on the mall? He says that I’m his Viva hot babe (I think he lost his head when he said that).
That he makes me laugh with his corny jokes? That all my friends who met him, loves him? That he gets really scared if they tell him that they would kill him if he cheats or in any way hurt me?
That my eyes are shaping into hearts whenever I talk about him? That my heart swells with pride when I talk about his passion and interests? That maybe this is it. He is The One for me.
That even though our relationship is far from perfect, I know that between the two of us, we would be alright. That even at the height of our most serious fights, we would make up.
I’m happy. From the outside, my life is not as interesting as it was when an asshole was making a pass on me while he made a go for every girl in his circle, all at the same time. Thank God, only the Stupid One fell for him while the other girls became my friends and we compared notes and laughed at his antics. Yes, I can now laugh about it whereas before his betrayal caused me nothing but anguish and pain.
Last I heard, she’s guarding him like a three-headed dog and he doesn’t even have the balls to go out and meet his friends. I applaud the girl. She knows how to handle a skirt-chaser. I’m sure, as soon as she turns her head, he’s off making goo-goo eyes with some poor girl who doesn’t know any better.
Or maybe it’s just me. Maybe, they still think that I am not worthy to be in the presence of the Most Gorgeous Asshole in the whole wide world. In Yoda’s voice, “Deprive me of his presence they must.” I agree, I’m not over yet. I’m not over the fact that I’ve been duped by a prick. This makes me beneath him (pun unintended).
Even now, I wonder, does she know that I know some details about their dates because he told me about it? He didn’t give me her name at that time, of course. To do so would require some balls. Did she know that while they were still dating, he’s having sex with some other girl, kissing some other girl, making “the moves” with yet another girl, all the while telling me that he doesn’t think he knows how to love? And those were the only girls that I know about. I wonder how my Casanova keeps up.
Oh yeah, I remember when he told me he was already making out with his “date” but he misses the feeling of being “in love” which at that time, I presumed his way of saying that he misses me. Of course now I know that it’s not even possible because how can anyone even think about me when they can be with her?
If they end up together, I can’t ask for a better ending. They so deserve each other. If they don’t, that’s okay, being the pretty, gorgeous creatures they both are, I’m sure that as soon as they step one foot out of their house, somebody would be falling all over for both of them.
See, my life is not as exciting as it was before. That’s why I’m resuscitating a dead issue, because if I don’t, it will be all flowers and rainbows and bunnies running on the field.
***To get away with all that negative energy, I would write something about what happened to me last Saturday.
Pat and I just finished a nice late lunch at Butter Diner in Cubao when I asked him to come with me while I search for some pc games that I like. I was too busy searching for cd titles and giving him public hugs and kisses that when we reached the parking lot and I reached for my key I noticed how the zipper of my bag was open. I couldn’t find my phone!
I spilled all the contents of the bag inside the car and still I couldn’t find it. We retraced our steps back to Butter Diner and the stall we bought the CDs from, but it was a futile exercise.
I asked him to accompany me to Greenhills so I could buy a new one. I bought the exact model so my mom would not be suspicious. I’m broke and this is karma.
What’s so positive about this post? I have a new phone, even though nobody would notice because it’s the same color and model. I’m the most generous person in the world because in Pat’s own words, I “give away cell phones every year.”
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4 Comments:
sigh, sabi ko na nga ba....akalain mong a few years after sumayaw ni pat sa harap natin during the retreat ay magkasama na talaga kayo now? hehe. sweet.
Hahahaha! He still dances, pero di na "what good is a love" meron na siyang glow sticks! You should see him do that! Hahahaha
that i've got to see. =)
i felt "love" sa post mo..
im happy for you Ruthie..sabi k n bagay kayo eh.. :)
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