I realized today that I have been dating like crazy these last few
months; I seemed to have put the quest for love on top of my priorities
this year and, I’m afraid, this has taken it’s toll on me. I mean
trying to involve yourself in a relationship is more than simply going
out, jumping in the sheets and satisfying particular parts of your
anatomy; it’s about satisfying your heart. This sounds simple enough
for some people I know but if you are a guy like me who’s practically
jinxed with women, it’s a herculean task that’s worth every ounce of
effort.
I want a serious relationship. A fuck buddy has alot of perks (well not
really, just one) but the heart is an entirely different animal that
needs to be nurtured with a different kind of diet that includes
bouquets of flowers, belgian chocolates, movies and quality time and I,
admittedly, miss giving those away.
Tonight, I’m taking another shot at this incomprehensible thing we call
love. She seems Ms. Right from head to toe: Long and slender legs,
perfect curves, sweet smile, glowing eyes and short, Meg Ryan-esque,
wash and wear hair which I happen to find irresistable. She also
listens to the same shit I listen to which is really cool. My hands are
currently exploring the skin on her back; under her shirt, trying to
look for that perpetually elusive bra hook. I love women’s backs, how
do they manage to maintain such soft, smooth skin? This is a mystery
that has baffled me for eons. Do they marinate it in cooking oil and
oriental lotions a certain number of hours a day? Do they rub their
bodies with fresh lemon, oranges, aloe and other secret concoctions
known only to girls?
My right hand is making a second sortie; gently feeling across her soft
skin trying to find that cursed bra hook when she tenses and pulls her
lips away from mine. Moments like these are almost always awkward. She
just stares at me deeply with her small, round eyes and I just stare
back like a moron because she’s just so cute when she does that. But
there’s something else in the way she looks at me; almost like probing
my soul for my intentions.
Mike "Fucking" Villar
"a Manila-based blogger made famous by his Atrocities of Friendster series, a regular feature he publishes on his blog where he mercilessly criticizes and mocks pictures of ugly people he stumbles upon on popular social networking site, Friendster. Although a lot of people are offended by what he writes, long-time readers of his blog regard him as a brilliant satire writer."
-Taken from my WikiBios page
