oh well! Love. =)

A story of how things work in my crazy world called Life. :)

We had decided to meet up at the nearest coffee shop, because we thought the TV in both our huses woud only distract us. I caught sight of *Craig* (screen name,favorite name of a guy) from down the block,tapping his pen on the tabletop and sipping his ice coffe latte - his jaw clenching as he did. It's silly I know but I found it to be the most endearing thing. =) Today, we were going on our first study session for the final exams, and I couldnt be more excited.

"What great lessons are yu ready to teach me today" I sad, breathless, but not from walking. His eyes lit up. " The importance of not having someone,wait for you for very long" he teased,looking at his watch. "I can get impatient, and you might just regret it if I upped and left"

"I'll keep that in mind," I said quietly wondering whether he was talking about something else other than my being 15 minutes late today. (Hoping that he was actually)

BUt by the time I settled on my mocha frap and had arranged my books around me, I was thinking otherwise. Since that fateful day he told me he'd chosen our firendship over his feelings, I had heard nothing else from him. From then on, things were back to normal and he had been to me, the way he'd always been: comfortable,sometimes patronizing,sometimes annoying,mostly supportive,always playful,always friendly. I ahve gotten no feelers since that day. His burying his face on his book,completely oblivious to thefact that I've been staring at him for the last two minutes now was the truest testament to that. =)

We had gotten one hour of studying in before he looked up. "Break?" Iasked and he nodded. We finished the rest of my glazed doughnut as we watched the people aorund us and decided to play a game. i'LL call it Couple Analysis and unfounded assumptions based on what the coules look like.

"I see couple..." I started,eyeing the one across from us. He was playing with his skateboard under the table and had a chain looped around his pants;she was powdering her nose." She agreed to go out with him because she thought she could change him. Now he's realizing he'll always be a kid. She is now ready to dump him for a college guy."

Craig looked at me,eyes wide " Florence, I think they're mother and son" he whispered.
I let out a big laugh,but was unfazed. So for the better part of 30 minutes. I played Couple Analyzer to whoever cared to walk infront of us. I rebutted all of Craig's analyses for nine couples out of 10 before I finally grew tired.

"Im out It's back to the books for me" I announced, as I took my bookmark away from the page I had sectioned off and started reading.

" i See a couple" Craig said quietly, and I looked up. I didn't see any one in sight..

"He's been keen on her for some time now, He wasnt upfront about it because they were very close, and he didnt want to ruin their friendship."..Unless he was talking about the old couple who was just leaving.
"So he started"..Craig continues.. "dropping major hints. She didnt seem to notice until finally, he spelled it out for her - only to find out she liked someone else, or is not ready for any commitment. So he felt monumentally stupid and stayed away from her for awhile. But he ended up missing her terribly crawling back,saying sorry..." Surely, Craig wasnt talking about the pair beside us who looked like they were brother and sister.

"...insisting he didnt mean to like her and make things out like his feelings for her didnt run that deep anyway." Craug continues.

And I finally looked at him looking at me.

" She took it all, I think" he said, staring into my eyes. " But I have to tell you, Florence" he said, shaking his head as I waited to exhale, " that crazy guy was lying"

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=) the greatest guy.

enough about me, what about me!

with the greatest guy that ever lived. at least in his own mind.

They say love is blind.I say love is blurred, espcially after too many shots(too many for me is like 2 shots of extremely strong tequila!) Now more than ever, I think tequila bottles should come with warning labels that say " Excessive drinking may lead to unwanted short-term relationships with characters that make Hitler seem like pleasant company." So it came to pass, that after knocking down more than the acceptable quantity of alcohol before needing a liver transplant,(with my sister and her friend's company) I somehow "hooked" up with the Greatest Guy that ever walked the Earth, atleast in his own mind.

It all seemed to go well at the start,. Here was a handsome specimen, driven and successful in whatever path he has, cool intelligent and funny, a guy who could do mre than one-one-two dance step on the club floor. I thanked my Lucky Strikes for what appeared as the promise of an awesome relationship. Then I started to notice a few things about him, things which i first tried to shake off as paranoia, unitl I could no longer ignore the glaring truth. Man! This guy have an ego so big it had its own zip codE!!

It wasnt just the fact that each time we passed by any reflective surface that could be used as mirror, he'd turn and check himself out. It was our conversations that were classic, for they we're all about HIM! Like, I'd start off by telling him about Mandy Moore's live track I've downloaded from Limewire, and he then would mouth off all the concerts he'd been to -all over the world mind you- Or i'd reminisce about this awwwesome New Year's beach party and he would proceed to tell me thereafter about too-cool exclusive party on a yacht with free-flowing champagne where he ended up playing God as he DJ'd the night away. After noticing a pattern, I tried testing him by throwing him utterly random morsels, like not liking sayote and that somehow reminded him about five goals he scored in football, and his budding modeling career. In short , I was Iraq and he was the full measure of the mighty US-Armed Forces.

Dont get me worng. i'm all for human empowerment, and I do believe that confidence is the sexiest thing a guy can wear, But the overinflated male ego- now that's one thing that would make me consider attending a sleepover with lipstick lesbians(no offense!) over a one-on-one date with a guy whose main preoccupation is worshipping himself. I wonder if all this yabang is actually a subconscious way of the modern man to maintain his gender superiority in a free-thinking,Oprah-worshipping world. True, competitiveness is inevitable in a relationship wherien the girl isnt your typical Maria Clara, but when th competitiveness goes beyond helathy and ventures into the territory of clashing egos, well there's a bound to be one that ends up bruised.(and i'm not just referring to egos.)

In the universe of my mind, I thought of ways on how to get back at the Boy Yabang without lording over my own achievements (for they seemed really mundane compared to his monumental successes). Should I develop Tourette's Syndrome? Perhaps if those characters in Layer Cake, he'd actually snap out of his self-worship. Or better yet, develop a Pinoy Tourette's syndrome, becasuse as we all can attest to, Pinoy curse words are just o much more effective in offending. So even if im expressing awe at his latest stellar achievemet, I'd still manage to shock him.. secret how i manage to offend him.=)

As it happened, we stopped seing each other for reasons that one need no wild imagination to gues why. I ended it right then.. *whatever we had! ehe. friendship or beyond that* not just because of his ego! but well, a whole lot more!! complexities and stuf. I had heard that he was seeing someone else,in fact. I wouldnt be surprised if that someone stared at him admiringly to no end, from behind a two-way mirror.
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..err.. if u happen to read this..sorry! nyahaha.

its over! too much ego! too much complexities. let's just be friends.. and believe me! im not dumping years here.. it's more of self-preservation and prioritizing friendship. =)
oh! it's been a while boy! it's time to flashback moments like this! =)