Tuesday, September 23, 2008
best (wo)man for the night
once a friend challenged me to tell me about my male friends. she says we need to get past that. she wants me to understand that there’s an end to the friend zone, that when guys do certain things then that’s it already. and you can’t stay in that gray area forever. i didn't like being in that spot because it’s freakin’ tiring AND pointless. so i’d rather stick to what i do best, just being one of the boys.when i was young i struggled to belong because most of my neighborhood playmates were boys. there were times when i just couldn’t keep up but i made up for it. i learned to ride the bike on my own by borrowing my cousin’s bike and practicing in the evenings. i’d go farther than the rest of them on my own. that’s how i was built to last and i know that those little boys once envied me ;) i’m a daddy’s girl and a kuya’s girl, not that they have a choice because i’m the only one they’ve got. i love sports. even if you hear me talk so much about f1, it’s not the only thing i care about. i heart the red sox and tiger woods and rafael nadal and… i could go on and on.
which brings me to my point. the ratio of my guy friends to my gay and girl friends will not reflect this but i’m telling you i can have just as much fun with them. one perfect example is our “adopted little boy” in the ebench. recently the boss of his fiancé threw them a pre-wedding dinner and of course i went. i’m already missing his wedding to watch f1 in singapore, which by the way is not my fault because he changed the dates thrice, so that’s the least i can do. i was his only female friend who went which really didn’t matter at all. how many girls can say they spent a long yosi break with a groom, two of his best men and one more guy friend discussing the safe topic of nba which later on turned to the all serious talk of married life spawning from the comment “paano na after saturday. wala na. di ka na kasama sa gimik.” the beer and asti helped but it wasn’t really needed. steady is the name of the game but i’m not sharing everything here ;)
at the end of the night i’m still a “my dear” who needs to be taken home because 11 pm is VERY late by their standards that i am in no way allowed to ride a cab home.
so there goes my evening as the best (wo)man to, among others, the one who patiently taught me how to drive in college and to my many times designated driver because despite his patience i still never learned to drive. haha. dude, makinig ka kay miko dahil may sense siya. weekday kasi. cheers!
(8:51 PM) ♥ tal
