The world’s biggest sucker for love would be me. I raid the DVD stores for romance selection- tagalog, classic, deep or lite, I follow teleseyes religiously and memorize their most unforgettable lines, I cry on weddings and stories printed on bondpapers (since I don’t read books), my eyeballs pop out every night in bed picturing out situations and scenes I might tumble in to, I emote with love songs and truly believe in fairytales and fate. Basically I officially proclaim myself as part of the ever growing hopeless romantic club, in love with love. Sometimes I think how its so ironic to be so in love with the surreal but can never imagine myself playing the part - (typing that has made my heart beat faster. LOL).
Growing up with Barbie dolls and chicks had me create a big thick concrete wall with boys – which is why I honestly don’t know how to connect, interact or even look guys in the eyes. I tend to freeze and be speechless like I’m in a coma for seconds. Now that the wall has slowly break down to pieces, I’m still left with that predicament. If only there was no wall then they would see me how my friends see me and like me. HAHA
Sparks and moments are very important to me, the perfect timing and how it jives with the storyline is the key ingredient to reaching that happy ever after which is why I always seek for it in every guy encounter. Recently, this long time crush finally talked to me after months of several incidents of walking right through me, eye contacts and smiles. It wasn’t a long talk, just the hi-hello thing usually done at first meet up but with that, him being a crush, you would expect invisible fireworks bursting from behind him, I too was expecting such but there was none - not even a single kwitis. I would like to make believe that a bigger plan is in store and it would be a worthy prize for my 20 years of patience. Never have I been involve with someone romantically and I’d laugh hard to that if it will happen.
If this post reaches to someone’s computer right now, I’d like to let you know that you don’t need to put on impressive clothes but I’d love to laugh at you trying, I don’t need you to take me to somewhere fancy, I just need a food buddy and I’d prefer you eat street foods with me, You don’t need to love the things and people I love, you just need to love Tyty, I want you to help me finish drinking the gravy, to make me laugh harder than Id make you laugh, to sometimes reserve your 8:00pm and up for teleseryes and dramas, to never stop surprising me and to be the best jo-el ever.
I know this is probably one of the rarest moments Id write about this and it would be funny to some as it is to me and Id probably delete this next week or when I realize how sucky this is.
Where art thou? I seek. I wait.