Women's Sneaky Ways: Stalking the Competition

DKs,

Let me veer away from my very colorful dating history and let me tell you about this breed of women that you should be very wary about. It goes both ways, for my sweet son, you better run away from these toxic girls who would be crazier than Mommy Dearest. My dearest daughter, I hope you do not turn into one once you start being a heartthrob thanks to my genes.

Admittedly, I could be someone like that to an extent but this crazy women is totally something else.

So on the advent of Instagram, Mommy was one of those who got hooked posting pictures of random stuff and pretty much kept my profile public. One day I noticed that a very familiar name liked one of my very old pictures. Say who it was? Drumroll please.... *&(^*%$(# or more commonly known to you as S's then girlfriend and now wife.


You see, S' wife (let's call her J), hates your super sweet Mommy to bits. I know she has said stuff is easily peeved she sees or hears me. Yes, Mommy is that important in her life HAHAHA. Too important to stalk my Instagram pictures after I dumped her husband 8 years ago. See DKs, 8 freaking years

I don't know why J is so hung up with me after all these years. Maybe because S was still pestering me even after they started a relationship. Maybe be because even after me telling her that her then boyfriend was still wanting to see and talk to me, she had the gall to think that I was trying to ruin their blissful relationship. I mean, S wasn't a catch and he was such an asshole to me so it was good riddance.

So, the moral of the story?

(Aren't you glad I didn't end up with him? He's balding now.. LOL)

Of Poems and Cassette Tapes

Just Friends

Lang Leav

I know that I don't own you,

and perhaps I never will,

so my anger when you're with her,

I have no right to feel

I know that you don't owe me,

and I shouldn't ask for more;

I shouldn't feel so let down,

all the times when you don't call.

What I feel - I shouldn't show you,

so when you're around I won't;

I know I've no right to feel it -

but it doesn't mean I don't

DKs,

When you start reading this, you would probably be the same age as I was when I experienced this story I am about to tell you guys. The poem above is a bit emo but then it brought me back to the memories when I was but a blossoming pre-teen who first discovered boys and how they can make your world go round and round.

Let's call him W and I was a shy and doe eyed 6th grader from an all girls Catholic school who sees boys as some alien creature from across the road. Or more aptly, across the street as our schools were in between a Church which was used as a meeting point of adventurous boys and giggly girls.

Anyhow, Mommy dearest had a tutor at that time and there she met W. He was a year older than her, articulate, smart, and maangas. Despite all of this and him having a bad boy reputation at our tutor, he singled me out and befriended me. What started with side comments here and there became a short chat before starting tutor to staying for another 30 minutes to talk before I went home.

Inexperienced I was, I craved the attention that this boy is giving me. I loved it when he said hi or came over to my table and sit with me. I eagerly wait for him to start talking with me for I know it will be a few minutes of kilig with this older boy who wrote poems and essays for a hobby. Months rolled by and our friendship grew, I became more confident in talking to him and was pretty happy that I had a friend who seemed all so grown up.

One day, he casually asked if he could ask for my telephone number. You know, to continue chatting during the weekends and during summer since school was about to end. My heart fluttered and skipped a beat. A boy will be calling me! This was the time when there were no pagers, no cellphones, no emails, no Facebook. The telephone is the ultimate tool to connect with the people you liked. I was in seventh heaven and was eagerly waiting for his call everyday and even asking my nanny if someone called for me when I was out during the day.

He usually called me on Saturday afternoons and almost every other day during the summer. We'd chat for hours and hours which infuriated my mother and nanny because I was hogging the phone and we didn't even call waiting then. We talked about school stuff, mundane things, poetry and music. I thought I was in love with this boy who even wrote me a poem about friendship which was scribbled on a blank sheet of paper in his scrawny script.

When school started the following year, we were talking about 80's music and how the songs were more meaningful and true. One day, he appeared out of nowhere and handed me a cassette tape which he personally recorded for me filled with 80's love songs. He carefully listed all the songs on the sleeve of the cassette and sheepishly said that he had to add the song Zombie by The Cranberries just because. Oh my oh my, was Mommy so giddy with this little gift and made me want to gush every time I saw him. I listened to the tape everyday, again and again trying to decipher if he wanted to convey something through the songs he chose.

But alas, young love was not for me as one day he told me he liked someone and wanted me to help him send her letters and gifts. What crushed my heart more was that this girl he fancied was a friend of mine! I was in tears as I hurried back to my room and tore the piece of paper where he had written the poem for me. I played the cassette tape one last time and threw it in the trash can. My little heart was broken into tiny pieces and I vowed never to talk to him again and started to avoid him and his calls.

So my young loves, be careful of boys who write you poems and make you listen to sappy music, they just want to be friends and you will end up heartbroken like your Mommy dear. LOL

P.S. Mommy just stalked him in Facebook (yes, we are friends there!) and I saw that he now has a baby with his girlfriend. And that girl he fancied? She's now married too :)

xoxo