Kinky Baler

It’s 555am right now. I should make a wish!

I’m having these knots in my stomach lately. And I can’t even sleep at night. I guess I’ve been dealing with a lot of issues that I’ve resolved to avoid thinking about them at all.

Anyway must… not… think… about… them… (at… all).

It was Kevyn Lettau’s concert last night! With Lou Pardini! But I didn’t watch. I didn’t have a date. I guess if you’re already 24 and single - you need all the luck in the world to find a date.

What is it in the men that I meet lately that they want to go into relationships without even knowing the person all too well? Whatever happened to love, dating and courtship - a thesis my bestfriend Joyce and I made in high school which earned us a mark of 100%? The latest one on my list happened the other night - when a man I met just that day asked if I could be his girlfriend. When I said it’s too soon - his reply was, "Hindi na tayo bata. Wag na tayo maglaro." Funny, I’ve always thought that relationships that were rushed were all a game.

There should be a reason that I’m still single at 24 - I wanna be swept off my feet before I go plunging into another relationship. The first ones didn’t work. I want the next one to be the relationship that would never end.

Carrie said it best in SATC’s final episode - "I’m looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t-live-without-each-other love." Well I want the I-can’t-breathe-I-can’t-think-because-it’s-all-cheesy-and-this-is-so-right kind of love. The kind of love that forms a pleasant knot in your stomach. The butterflies Pacey feels everytime he looks at Joey.

What is it in men that each of them think he’s the only one you’re considering as a prospect? They should rather start to have this women-would-rather-live-alone-than-with-me attitude so that they’d take all necessary exercises to get the lady they love. Whatever happened to the notion that men do the chasing and women do the choosing? Probably Toffler was right in predicting that we’d go back to being village people - when cavemen would just get a club and bang their partner’s head. You-mine-now-go-hunt-and-gather-food.

My closest guy friend who is abroad has transformed from a career high of 50 e-mails a day to a career low of just one e-mail reply everytime I email him (which is about one e-mail in 2.5 weeks - one-liners too, mind you). So I resorted to sending just one-line emails as well, or probably I wouldn’t reply anymore. It’s final. I would never chase a man.

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