Look who's Laughing now?

My DKs,

Back when mommy was a bright eyed teenager, she liked basket ball players. And as lady luck would have it, I met a then charming guy from another school who plays in the varsity.

In my blind eyes then, he was tall enough, had the moves, and well.. your grand mama loved him. Basically, he looked good in paper - good family, a sportsman, looks decent, and CHINESE. Everything was going well, he;d visit me a number of times a week at home, be in constant communication, he was even my Ball date and my last dance during my debut.

Then he drop me just like that - like a freaking hot potato.

I was devastated. My fragile young heart crushed into a million pieces wondering what I did or said wrong to be dropped just like that. My friends, intervening asked why the change of heart and know what the douche bag said?

"Because K doesn't want to show me her messages in her cellphone"

WTF? hahaha I mean, think of a better excuse, though the movie She's not that into me hasn't been shown yet as to clue me in on the real score.

Anyway, fast forward to present time. I totally forgot about him and had more heartbreaks, much much more terrible than that. I was at the gym, getting all icky and sweaty trying to get into shape when this guy was staring at me and I realizes that it was HIM - C.

He was smiling and expected me to smile back I guess but being snobby me, I turned the other way and continued on what I was doing. Of course I remembered him, every bit of detail from the past came rushing in but would I give him the pleasure of knowing I didn't forget? HELL NO.

C even approached my trainer to tell him that he knew me but I was being mataray, minding my own business and just walking past through them. He even followed me to the elevator and approach me as I was exiting the building.

Yes, I didnt give him that satisfaction, I even said I didn't remember him and asked for his name. Mwahaha.. but then I realized it can only go so far that I had to say that I did remember and it was such a long time ago. So he asked for my number and being polite, I gave it but I didn't ask for his.

He has been texting me regularly and even asked me out. But I'd take forever to reply, be civil and not so welcoming. I hope he'd get a clue that I grew up and think he's a douche already.

Oh gimme a sec, he just texted me - AGAIN.

Mwahahaha... so who's laughing now, C? :p

Look who'd laughing now?

Eeek.. Skidmarks!

My DKs,

Mommy can't help laughing remembering a certain incident that happened a couple of years back. Although I must warn you that you have to be old enough to read this and be ready for the graphic horrid details of my unfortunate but hilarious encounter.

So I was dating this guy, P for sometime and things were getting hot and heavy. I wasn't so into him but just gave him a chance because he has been courting (yes, it was still a norm then! mwahaha) for close to 7 years and your grand mama loved him for being such an under the saya.

Everytime people asked me if he was cute or hot, I'd always say that he's nice. Yes, just nice. Nothing more, nothing less. Mommy doesn't want to be bad but come on, he looked like a sumo wrestler. Eats like a sumo wrestler and belches like a sumo wrestler. Get the picture?

Anyhow, we were about to get it on.. articles of clothing were falling on the floor, the room getting a bit tad warmer.. and then I see his sumo wrestler glory in just a pair of tighty whities.. right, ok. Gulp. No backing out now I guess.

That tiny piece of cloth soon fell down in his ankles. BIG GULP. Instead of me zooming into his tiny weeny little friend, I actually looked down at the poor tighty whities and noticed something.. Something brown, something long, something like a smear on those pristine white briefs. Then it hit me - SKIDMARKS!

Ugh.

What little appetite I had soon diminished and I don;t even know why the heck I ask him but I did - "Why is it there?" and to that he replied "I didn't realized that I didn't clean it off eniterly".

Yuck. Gross. Pathetic.

P for POOP.

Hahaha :)

Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe

Well enough about the past Dear Kids.

They say the best way to forget about someone is to have someone new. So after mopping and getting wasted, Mommy decided that it's best to enjoy single life and start dating again. I'm what they call a serial monogamist - always in a relationship and won't be single for a long time.

My oh my and what a ride it was! This is a secret between you and me and whoever is reading this that I've was shocked to see how extreme the dating world is after being in a relationship for a long time.


Let's get the ball rolling -

I
I thought he was a catch. Good educational background, financially stable family plus he's cute. Such a sucker for chinitos that when he asked me out, I gamely said yes even if he took time to actually materializing the date. It was bright and sunny Sunday and he was supposed to pick me up 1pm. Being the typical Virgo, I was ready by 12:45pm and was excitedly waiting for him. 1:00pm.. 1:30pm.. 2:00pm.. Still no date, said he will be late. 2:30pm.. 3:00pm.. 3:15pm.. finally he arrives. Damn, he's later than a typical girl! I was thisclose in canceling the date. 2 freaking hours late!

So we went to this mall in Makati and watched a movie. I wanted this action packed movie but he wanted to watch a soppy romantic movie. He wanted to make the date memorable by watching a Nicholas Sparks movie that bored me to death.

But kids, that's just the tip of the ice berg.

After the movie, he apparently has set up a dinner with his parents. Yes, his mom and dad. Meet the parents on a first date. OMG. I felt like I was being screened if I was a potential wife for their son. Shouldn't it be the other way around? Me screening him if he's a potential boyfriend and later on your grand mama screening if he's a potential husband?

Nevertheless, I charmed his parents and later on his mom was calling me on my phone. But I wasn't charmed to say the least.

F
This dude was an old officemate, a yosi buddy (yes, Mommy had a dark side and no, you shouldn't be following my footsteps) when I was depressed and heartbroken. He wasn't my type at all - he's mahangin, short, dark, thick full lips, with a big beer belly and well mayabang. But he's cool and the only person I can relate much with in that god awful company.

After a mass resignation of people in my department, we went out for drinks to celebrate our freedom and to do more office chit chat. And well, Mommy isn't a hard drinker so I was tipsy after a few bottles and my world was spinning by the time he was taking me home.

I guess you know what happened next? Ok, fine.. I'll spill the beans - he kissed me! At first I was like, hmm what's happening? And when his hands starting to explore the nether regions of my body, I suddenly sobered up and got the shock of my life that he was groping me! Damn, that was a good wake up call and he even dare said that he thought we had a "thing".

My god, he's really mayabang. Did I say mahangin as well?

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I was very optimistic about this date, my dear kids. We briefly dated back in college and got along real fine although it was a bad timing for the both of us. We reconnected recently and he's now a hot shot lawyer from a popular firm and I was in a managerial position in the marketing field.

I guess you must know how Mommy has a thing for being on time. A case made him stay up late the previous night so I was a little lenient with him being an hour late. Still, an hour!

Anyway, we had breakfast and caught up with our lives but I can;t get over the fact that his teeth are discolored from too much smoking and he was wearing a tight fit shirt but to say it nicely, he was like a teddy bear. But but but he was still the same sarcastic, fun guy I used to know.

What made it a disaster was he kept on talking about his ex. On and on.. in the car, while ordering, while eating, while he was smoking, on the way home. Non stop.

And I was thinking that this is not going to be fun. Non stop.


... to be continued.

The J Effect

Dear Kids,

Mommy had always had a penchant for guy's names starting with J. Maybe it's a fetish (do not google that word until you are 18! Mwahaha) or just a fixation with my first crush. This might be a little heavy but the last J in my life left a big mark and it's something that I have greatly learned from and hopefully become a better person from hereon.

His name was Jerrad and part of the few and the proud of the US Marines. It was a sunny October when I met him for the first time in an out of town trip with my buddies, your uncles and probably is one of your ninongs by now. It was love at first sight and a whirlwind romance ensued the moment we met but here's the clincher - I was living in Manila and he was based in Japan. Being young, in love, and reckless, a long distance relationship started with the man in the uniform.

It was sweet, intense, addicting. He seemed to understand me and me able to read him easily as if we knew each other since we were toddlers. I became a recluse in my room, stayed online 24/7 to chat and Skype with him. Every encounter is a fleeting moment as the time we had was very limited because of the distance and nature of his job. But another catch is that the relationship was a secret with your grandparents because he isn't Chinese. I can't date outside my race. Don't worry, Mommy won't be a prude and let give you the freedom to date any decent boy or girl and race will not be an issue!

My my, all hell broke loose when my parents found out. Drama, fights, and psychological trauma soon became my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Being rebellious, I fought for him and was willing to let everything go. Yes, bye bye inheritance, bye bye princesshood. It's like you and me against the world, my dears.

I thought he was The One and I had a ring to prove it. But this is something you should always remember - promises are made to be broken.

The fairytale started with once upon a time but alas, it didn't end with happily ever after. Mommy was dumped for the first time in her life, got trashed beyond repair. Can you imaging me not screaming my lungs out and just shutting out the whole world? Horrendous I must admit!

So before giving your precious little hearts to someone, learn to love yourself and Mommy and Daddy, of course. We will never be perfect but like your grandparents, we only want what is the best for you but our ways may not be the bestest.

My battle scars are still healing and jadedness is still there but it has lead to still believe in -

Looks familiar?

Like I always say, have faith in fate!

xx

Blast from the Past

Dear Kids,

Before I go to the current conquest or heartache, I think it is due to give you a glimpse of where it all started back in 1991.. that makes me exactly a chinky eyed 8 year old living in one of the more famed streets of Manila because of the folklore of the white lady.

Anyhow, growing up as the youngest kid in the neighborhood, my playmates where 9 to 11 year old boys and a handful of girls my age. 8 years old might be too young you say but boy did I start young!

He was an 10 year old boy from the neighborhood and friends with the cooler and older boys. He was skinny, fair skinned and had this easy charm especially when he combs his hair with his hands while playing basketball.

I remember that time when I would blush to the highest heavens when I see him or peek through our window if he was out playing already. Everyone knew that he was my biggest crush and he hated me for it. You see, having a crush during that time was like a death sentence and girls weren't exactly that appealing to boys his age.

My giggles would always be for him and how I wish I'd grow up quickly so I can be his girlfriend that can cheer on him while playing basketball or ride with him is his mountain bike. I also wanted boobies and be tall to get his attention but I guess that came later on though not exactly as how I wished for it.

This crush went on for YEARS and I was teased mercilessly growing up until he started getting zits and growing an awkward mustache that didn't quite make the cute of being a legit one. So I moved on and diverted my attention to Nick, a tall blonde haired, blue eyed cutie from a band called Backstreet Boys. More on that next time :)

So I grew up and he did too and I realized all I knew about him was he was a cute boy from my neighborhood named Jeremy. My first mini heartache but it brings back funny memories as to when it all started.

xx

First Time

They say the first time is always the hardest and most painful experience and I must agree. Scrutinizing everything to make it perfect, making sure that it's memorable and throws you off your feet.

So this is my first - my first post, dummy. Though it can be likened to your first time, whichever that is and sex can be one of them but that's not what I'm talking about. Moving on..

This blog is the personal online diary of a late 20's girl in the search for Mr. Right. Many firsts will be shared and hopefully seconds, thirds, and fourths as well. Chronicling my dating life for the amusement of my future kids (hello kids!) and just spewing out thoughts on the dating scene as we usher in the new decade.

To my future kids, let this be a lesson that mommy did have a some ups and downs before meeting your daddy dearest and the first time you read about it might shock you but be patient and let the story unfold as mommy takes on the wheel and clumsily steers it to daddy's arms.

But for now, it will be a lot of funny and horrible stories about the men that I have met, about to meet and the roller coaster ride it will take.

Ciao!