Or "When the shit hit the fan"...
11.08.2007 -17 °C
About three to four years ago, I fell hard for this boy. The boy was some kind of a cute. Some kind of a short. And some kind of a married. Yes, dear friends, the boy i first fell in love with in PS (Peoplesupport) was, and still is, straight. Actually, he was engaged, not married.
Let's give him a name, shall we? Let's call him Dimsum. It's most apropos, really. He was a small package of delight.
When I first saw Dimsum on the floor, I thought to myself, "My god, may mga grade school students na nakapasok sa building". He was quite short you see. And a bit on the stout side. My BFF, Tyra the Fierce, giggled and whispered like a schoolgirl in my ear, "Ahihihi! May tiyan siya! Puwede mo gawing unan habang..." Hay naku.
Anyway, being the eternal flirt that I am, I made friends with the boy. Dimsum was a typical straight guy. There was nothing special about him. He was quite boring really. But when he smiled, oh boy. He could just melt you with that smile.
Once, during a rally in Ayala, we walked together to the MRT station. We were in the middle of Ayala and it was raining yellow confetti. And I listened to him talk about he got shanghaied into marrying this girl whom he got pregnant. But then, Dimsum casually mentioned, "Bigla na lang ako na-in love sa kanya. Ewan ko kung bakit. Parang naisip ko, ok naman siguro kung maging asawa ko sya. Alam mo yun?"
Gusto ko sana syang sampalin at sigawan ng, "Hindi! Hindi ko alam yun! Punyeta ka ako ang pakasalan mo at hindi sya!!" Pero I calmly said, "Oo, alam ko." Saaaaaabeee ko ba naman!!??
Eventually, they got married. Dimsum left the company to pursue a tiyangge business selling plastic bra straps (i'm not kidding) and dairy products (???).
I kinda miss Dimsum's nonchalance about my feelings for him. He was totally oblivious. But then, so was I. I mean, falling love with a straight guy. What was I thinking?