Mr. Zit Face

Dear Kids,

Mommy is suffering from a major jet lag today having downed 2 pseudo sleeping pills last night and still can't sleep. So.. I am at work and slacking off and thought of amusing you guys with another story of my boy crazy young life LOL

I've been wanting to tell you about this funny story about a guy that I met. Due to my brain being sluggish today, I had to sit down and think hard on what his name was. I can picture him in my mind and will never forget how he looks like. I had to stalk a few people on Facebook to look for him because it was bugging me that my memory is failing me at such a young age.

Anyhow, let's call him G and I met him and a bunch of like-minded individuals with a similar background from an online forum that I used to go to. We're pretty much a minority so we bonded easily because of common friends, background and culture. It was pretty fun meeting people and knowing that they know someone that you know but still relatively a stranger to you. The online friendship would naturally run it's course and it was time to meet up face to face.

So it was set. 4 of us, 2 guys and 2 girls were set to meet for the first time one Friday night after work. I knew that the other girl K, fancied the other guy called K. I was there to meet new friends and was on a dating spree already so I never really thought of pairing it up with G.

I first met up with G since we were both early and my first reaction was man, this guy looks like 10 years older than me! And he was just about 5 years my senior if I remember it right. We settled into a cafe and started talking while waiting for the other two. By the time the other two arrived, I knew G was interested in me but I totally wasn't.

Night went well, a lot of stories and trying to figure out how many degrees of separation we all had between us. I was going to take a cab home but he was insisting to drive me home since my place was on the way home for him. I resisted nicely, smiling and said that it was alright and it would be traffic on a Friday night. He persisted saying that it would be his pleasure to drive me home. Now now kids, Mommy sometimes has to be practical and it was a Friday night so I relented and I let him drive me home.

The traffic was HELL and he was taking his sweet time to drive me home and trying to extend the conversation in the car. He was leaning close to me and I can see his face clearly and it was like this -

He was trying to tell me as bluntly and casually as he could that he like me and wanted to see me more. I didn't want to turn him down in his car during a heavy traffic so I neither said yes or know and just said that let's see since I am very busy but would want to remain friends and keep in touch.

But in all honesty, all I wanted to do was to prick those tiny puss filled zits all over his face one by one. I have to stop myself and concentrate not to give in to temptation. I felt so bad dear kids because Mommy did suffer from acne growing up but I just can't help it! LOL

Needless to say, I didn't see him again after that for the fear that I might traumatize him and start picking on his zits.

HAHAHAHA

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