I’m gonna be a guy for once and wonder how some ladies turn out to be so fine?
I never stopped being a guy but you know when you’re involved with someone, and when I say involved, I mean way-up-shit-creek involved, you kinda take a lot of things for granted—like other girls. There’s not much discussion really when it comes to that area (I hope some girls feel the same way too with guys), you know it’s not possible to hook up with others when you’re already with someone– unless you’re an ass. How much more so when you’re married?
This is why in the office, they laugh at me when I say that those who’re already married have already given up their sex. They’re no longer male or female; a he or a she, they’ve become “it”– sexless. They could be trees for all I care. The thing is, they’ve already removed themselves from the dating equation so really– why bother with gender distinctions? Sorry married boys and girls, it’s not like I make these things up, beside, even if you’re already trees there’s still plenty of tree species to choose from, you could be mahogany with its black grains or the apitong with its red strains. Whatever.
Back to these fine ladies, they’re everywhere! When I visit the lung center for example, it’s rare that not one of these pretty young things would go up to me to ask for a light, bringing with them their scents and their sways and their lashes. I can only shake my head in amusement. Sometimes I wonder whether it would be a good idea to be an ass sometimes. My largely logical brain however, won’t hear none of it. Too much hassle, too much drama in exchange for a few days and a few grunts is not a very good deal. With a final expulsion of smoke, I head back to earth and resume my leaden persona.
Although I’m still not officially an it, I’m still closer to wood than the several pounds of flesh that people make me out to be, no thanks to the SO.
All these gender distinction thing made me remember two instances in college when I wanted to kick myself for not seeing the telltale signs of beauty when I was younger.
There was girl X who stopped me in a busy street as I was walking home (not enough money for a jeepney fare). I stared at her in awe wondering what this lovely, lovely girl was stopping me for when I was pretty sure I’ve never seen her before in my entire life.
She said hey, you’re Fence (harhar) right?
I said– Uhuh.
Don’t you remember me?
Err, no.
It’s me X. You know, back in high school in Timbuktu?
Holy crap no way! The X I know was all skin and bones, very long legs but still skin and bones, and somebody that I never paid attention to. She smiled and flashed me her perfect set of teeth.
Oh yeah! I said trying to get a hold of myself. Are you studying here as well (pointing to the Uni)?
No, not really. I stopped schooling. I was on my way to a shoot when I saw you.
Shoot?
Yeah, I model now. And didn’t you know I won this blah title? Didn’t you recognize me?
You bet your firm butt I didn’t. I was about to say but I bit my lip and said No instead.
Ok, anyway it’s nice seeing you again, bye.
And she was gone. Maryosep, who would have thought?
She would go to class totally unkempt, her morning glories proclaiming that she just got off her bed without bothering to take a bath. They were well-to-do though, so their driver would just bring her to class. I remember her always asking me to share her Chippy (red, not that disgusting blue one). I really didn’t want to but I was afraid of hurting her so I always dug in. I can’t even remember talking to her in class although we would mysteriously be seated together most of the time. I was more interested in the other girls who have taken to putting on lip gloss and powdering their nose with their compacts every so often.
To cut the long story short, I forgot about her when I changed elementary schools.
You know the sensation of being sucked into some vacuum and all these memories rushing back at you? That’s what happened to me, images of an unkempt skinny girl flashed before my eyes; but this time however, she no longer looks disheveled– she was wearing an off shoulder dress that showed her marvelous clavicles and all those other delicious curves.
Who says there’s no justice in this world? I may have been on the receiving end of this poetic justice, but still, it’s nice that it happened to some folks. Of course I was already involved (way-up-shit-creek involved) when these two incidents happened, so the magnitude of shock didn’t really register at full force.
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Wow! I was going to shrug this entry off as another cheesy post, but damn, everything about this post had me absorbed!
Good job, fence. Keep up the good work.
[and are these two girls by any chance still singe? bwahaha]
I’ve had such “regretful” moments myself. Hahaha Oh well, such is life.
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