It has been a very very busy week, with meetings and trainings and deadlines to beat, that after the moping I did last weekend, I scarcely had time to think about my boyfriend, much less miss him. (But don't tell him that!)
It's the month-end, so Sales has been bugging my team the entire week, trying to meet their quota. We were also tasked to organize the monthly meeting of the heads of our division. Our team came up with the early Christmas theme (September being the first "ber" month and all) and we decided that a Jingle Bell Rock dance number was in order. So on top of preparing the reports that will be presented in the meeting, we had to forage for christmas ornaments, decorate the conference room, and practice our dance number. It was well worth it though because the participants enjoyed the meeting and told us that the next month's organizers will have a hard time topping this month's event. I had an asthma attack right after the event, but I didn't mind. I loved joining dance numbers. =)
After that, I had a training to attend and it was pretty interesting. The subject was interesting and I met new people from entirely different departments, so I learned more about the company I'm working for. A funny thing though, my seatmate (another manager from my department) suddenly asked me out of the blue: "Do you and David still see each other?"
She used to work on some projects with my boyfriend before he transferred to another group so she knows him. She also saw us once before when we had dinner at a pizza place. We're suspicious that she's one of those people who kept the rumor mill going - at least about me being David's mistress.
It was a good thing that I haven't seen him since Friday last week, because her question made me think long and hard, mentally going over the hours since I last saw my boyfriend. She must have seen the thinking expression on my face, that she answered the question herself: "It must have been a long time since the last time." I just nodded and shrugged.
I told my boyfriend about the conversation when he called me at the office later that night. He just cautioned me to be careful and congratulated me on how I handled the question. "Very good!" he said, chuckling.
He then proceeded to tell me about his visit, his daughter's birthday, and how he had to answer some uncomfortable questions about the gifts (since he has no idea how the toys operated). He was able to sail through it though, distracting them with the pasalubongs we bought. Then he thanked me sweetly for taking care of the stuff for him since he was too busy last week to see to them himself. I just replied that I was glad he enjoyed the trip and that his family enjoyed the gifts.
This reminds me of my text conversation with my best guy friend. He's on a business trip and I asked if he has been behaving himself (he has several GRO girlfriends scattered in the provinces he visits). He said that yes, he was behaving himself and opted to stay in the hotel room rather than go drinking at the bars. He said that he couldn't take his mind off his daughter who just got out of the hospital a couple of days ago. I said that it was a wake-up call to remind him of his priorities. He agreed, saying that his children are his treasure.
I wondered whether that was true for all guys around. Previously, when he comes back to the city after a visit to his family, my boyfriend would be somewhat cold to me for a few weeks before we would resume our relationship. But this time, he was a lot sweeter. I mentioned this to my friend, telling him that David must have appreciated the time I took to make sure his daughter got the the toys she wanted and seeing how she enjoyed them, he was a lot loving towards me. My friend agreed - so I guess the way to a man's heart is through his stomach and through the fruit of his loins.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
The Downside
My bestfriend and I are texting the other day. She told me that she reads my blog constantly and is green with envy. She says she wished she stayed a mistress (she's now a model housewife and mother to my beautiful godchild). I would've gloated if I didn't know what's in store for me these days.
Yep, he went home to the province to visit his wife and daughter, and I'm all alone in the city feeling like hell. As usual, we had a row a few days before he left. Imagine, he accused me of having phone sex with somebody else (the guy monitors my calls). I enjoy having phone sex with my boyfriend, but to contemplate doing it with somebody else? Eew. My boyfriend = sex. That's how it was with me. I'm a faithful girlfriend - I may flirt (but it's just my natural self) and I may have crushes on another guy (like the ones you have in highschool), but I am virtually owned (from the tips of my french-pedicured toes to the top of my rebonded hair) by my guy. That's why I hold nothing back during sex, as far as I'm concerned, he could do what he damn well pleased, it's his anyway. Well, anyway, he told me that he's still in the city and already I'm not "behaving", he really couldn't trust me, etc. Of course, I vehemently denied all accusations and told him that he's a "dudero".
My guy has a very jealous nature and he usually picks fights with me on imagined flirtations. Being the understanding girlfriend that I am, I go along with it and just try to reassure him as much as I could that I am very much "behaved". I, on the other hand, have to suffer jealousy silently.
We had our last lovemaking session last Thursday, which we did on the floor (wildly, if I may add). It was fantastic and I have the bruises on my legs to prove it. But after, I couldn't keep from sighing and having my silent jealous fits. Our lovemaking was great, but I couldn't help thinking that great lovemaking is something he'd probably share with his wife too, during the days he'll spend with her. I am sooo jealous and sad and there's absolutely nothing I can't do about it. I can't pick a quarrel with him for being unfaithful, because I have no right.
All I could do is try to keep busy... and try my hardest from thinking that the lips and the hands and the body that brought me to the heights of passion is doing the very same to another woman - and it's the right thing for him to do, in heaven and the world's eyes.
Yep, he went home to the province to visit his wife and daughter, and I'm all alone in the city feeling like hell. As usual, we had a row a few days before he left. Imagine, he accused me of having phone sex with somebody else (the guy monitors my calls). I enjoy having phone sex with my boyfriend, but to contemplate doing it with somebody else? Eew. My boyfriend = sex. That's how it was with me. I'm a faithful girlfriend - I may flirt (but it's just my natural self) and I may have crushes on another guy (like the ones you have in highschool), but I am virtually owned (from the tips of my french-pedicured toes to the top of my rebonded hair) by my guy. That's why I hold nothing back during sex, as far as I'm concerned, he could do what he damn well pleased, it's his anyway. Well, anyway, he told me that he's still in the city and already I'm not "behaving", he really couldn't trust me, etc. Of course, I vehemently denied all accusations and told him that he's a "dudero".
My guy has a very jealous nature and he usually picks fights with me on imagined flirtations. Being the understanding girlfriend that I am, I go along with it and just try to reassure him as much as I could that I am very much "behaved". I, on the other hand, have to suffer jealousy silently.
We had our last lovemaking session last Thursday, which we did on the floor (wildly, if I may add). It was fantastic and I have the bruises on my legs to prove it. But after, I couldn't keep from sighing and having my silent jealous fits. Our lovemaking was great, but I couldn't help thinking that great lovemaking is something he'd probably share with his wife too, during the days he'll spend with her. I am sooo jealous and sad and there's absolutely nothing I can't do about it. I can't pick a quarrel with him for being unfaithful, because I have no right.
All I could do is try to keep busy... and try my hardest from thinking that the lips and the hands and the body that brought me to the heights of passion is doing the very same to another woman - and it's the right thing for him to do, in heaven and the world's eyes.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Mamaw - Again
Since I was not able to go to my dealer immersion last Tuesday, the training team agreed to reschedule it. Knowing the reason why I was not able to go the last time (my Angelina lips), my staff reminded me not to eat anything at dinner to make sure my allergies won't pop up again. I heeded their advice.
When I woke up that morning, I was Angelina again. I decided to push through with the immersion trip, regardless of what I looked like (although I prayed that it wouldn't get any worse). When I told my friend about it, we both decided that I was probably allergic to the immersion trip itself.
Anyway, I had a good time meeting the dealers and retailers and found the trip quite informative. Surely beats spending the day at the office and dealing with the same problems day in and day out. It felt productive, since I learned a lot about sales, but not stressful, because it did not have anything to do with the channels my team usually services.
I was glad when it was over though, not because of the trip itself, but because my face started sprouting polka dots. Sigh.
When I woke up that morning, I was Angelina again. I decided to push through with the immersion trip, regardless of what I looked like (although I prayed that it wouldn't get any worse). When I told my friend about it, we both decided that I was probably allergic to the immersion trip itself.
Anyway, I had a good time meeting the dealers and retailers and found the trip quite informative. Surely beats spending the day at the office and dealing with the same problems day in and day out. It felt productive, since I learned a lot about sales, but not stressful, because it did not have anything to do with the channels my team usually services.
I was glad when it was over though, not because of the trip itself, but because my face started sprouting polka dots. Sigh.
Birthday Gifts
As I mentioned previously, it was my boyfriend's daughter's birthday this coming Sunday and she wished for a toy cash register. My boyfriend didn't have time to shop, so I volunteered to buy the gift for him. After all, I spend more time around kids and was well aware of what they'd like. He told me before that she was turning 4, so I at least have an idea of what characters would best suit her.
I found a cute Powerpuff toy cash register with all the works and happy with that purchase, I went a little crazy and proceeded to buy a toy CD player (because if she's anything like her dad, she'd love music and dancing too), a Blues Clues book and some school accessories (since she started school this year), and some hair accessories. I had the gifts wrapped separately, since kids enjoyed opening a lot of presents, whatever it was inside, judging from the four kids I've raised so far.
When I got home, I told him about my purchases and he chided me that it was too much, that he was embarassed for my sake. After all, I told him once before that I hate it whenever he mentions either his wife or his daughter because I feel like my nose is being rubbed in the reality of he'll never be mine. And now I was the one who went shopping for his daughter. Oddly enough, it was an errand I didn't mind. And thinking about it, I guess it was my way of making it up to her for trying to steal her dad. He does spend more time with me than with his family, and perhaps, deep inside, I was trying to balance my morals scales, however skewed it was.
I found a cute Powerpuff toy cash register with all the works and happy with that purchase, I went a little crazy and proceeded to buy a toy CD player (because if she's anything like her dad, she'd love music and dancing too), a Blues Clues book and some school accessories (since she started school this year), and some hair accessories. I had the gifts wrapped separately, since kids enjoyed opening a lot of presents, whatever it was inside, judging from the four kids I've raised so far.
When I got home, I told him about my purchases and he chided me that it was too much, that he was embarassed for my sake. After all, I told him once before that I hate it whenever he mentions either his wife or his daughter because I feel like my nose is being rubbed in the reality of he'll never be mine. And now I was the one who went shopping for his daughter. Oddly enough, it was an errand I didn't mind. And thinking about it, I guess it was my way of making it up to her for trying to steal her dad. He does spend more time with me than with his family, and perhaps, deep inside, I was trying to balance my morals scales, however skewed it was.
You've Got The Look Alike
As I said, I was not able to buy a gift for my sister - a specific pair of Brazilian flip-flops - so we spent Sunday at the mall, so she could pick it out herself and I would just pay for it. That done, we had lunch at Pancake House and came up with the idea of having dinner at Pancake House with the rest of the family to celebrate her birthday in advance.
So right after church, my brother arrived with his family and we all went to the restaurant to have dinner, carefully avoiding whatever we ordered during lunch. =) But it was a lot busier with all of the kids present and I did my aunt duty - well, I had to do my aunt duty since the kids seem to be drawn to me like pins to a magnet. It was worth it though, when a baby boy told me, "Ninang, you look like Katrina Halili." It may just be the headband I was wearing, since Katrina usually sports those in her telenovela, but what the heck, it has been noted everywhere that kids don't lie. =)
So right after church, my brother arrived with his family and we all went to the restaurant to have dinner, carefully avoiding whatever we ordered during lunch. =) But it was a lot busier with all of the kids present and I did my aunt duty - well, I had to do my aunt duty since the kids seem to be drawn to me like pins to a magnet. It was worth it though, when a baby boy told me, "Ninang, you look like Katrina Halili." It may just be the headband I was wearing, since Katrina usually sports those in her telenovela, but what the heck, it has been noted everywhere that kids don't lie. =)
Chained
Last weekend, my boyfriend stayed at my pad as was our routine. But by the time that he arrived, I was really too drowsy to take care of him, despite his whines ("Honey, what food do we have?", "Honey, I'm kinda hungry."). Normally, I would be bustling around the kitchen to prepare his food, making him feel like a king (which is exactly what a mistress does anyway), but the antihistamines got the better of me. He told me that he'll take a shower while I nap for bit. I just told him to wake me up after his shower so I can prepare his food.
When I woke up, it was 6 in the morning and my boyfriend was firmly wrapped around me, snoring peacefully. Apparently, he decided not to wake me up and I wondered whether he heated up the food by himself or if the poor dear did not have his snack after all. He woke up a little later and told me that I was sleeping so deeply he decided to forego his snack - and hoped to have a smaller tummy for his good deed. He asked what our plans for the day were and I told him I wanted to go malling in the afternoon to look for a gift for my sister. He said that he'll need to go out to pay his electricity bill, but that he'll come back to the condo and go with me to the mall.
Our plans finalized, I went out to retrieve his shirt from the laundromat while he took his shower. He was horny after his shower and started pawing me, but I told him to get a move on or he wouldn't be able to pay his bills. This was of course against my own wishes, as I was quite horny myself - we haven't had sex since Thursday night! - but I told him to hurry back so we could finally get some action.
Bills paid and lust twice satisfied, we went to the mall. I bought him a silver bracelet to replace the one he broke when he played basketball last summer and he kept me laughing while he struck different poses to model his new accessory the entire time we were at the mall. We also stopped by different appliance stores to check out home theaters and speakers and subwoofers since we were planning to buy one for the condo. We dropped by the bookstores for him to check out home improvement books to get ideas for his apartment while I bought his favorite mags. When we finally got around to checking out the Chocolate Clothing store, the particular gift I was looking for was out of stock. Bummer. So I just went with him while he did his grocery, then we had dinner at the food court, before he walked me to the bus station. He kidded me on the way, that I was the one who wanted to go malling, but he was the one with all the purchases.
I just wish the bracelet would really chain him to me. But I think it worked the other way around. =(
When I woke up, it was 6 in the morning and my boyfriend was firmly wrapped around me, snoring peacefully. Apparently, he decided not to wake me up and I wondered whether he heated up the food by himself or if the poor dear did not have his snack after all. He woke up a little later and told me that I was sleeping so deeply he decided to forego his snack - and hoped to have a smaller tummy for his good deed. He asked what our plans for the day were and I told him I wanted to go malling in the afternoon to look for a gift for my sister. He said that he'll need to go out to pay his electricity bill, but that he'll come back to the condo and go with me to the mall.
Our plans finalized, I went out to retrieve his shirt from the laundromat while he took his shower. He was horny after his shower and started pawing me, but I told him to get a move on or he wouldn't be able to pay his bills. This was of course against my own wishes, as I was quite horny myself - we haven't had sex since Thursday night! - but I told him to hurry back so we could finally get some action.
Bills paid and lust twice satisfied, we went to the mall. I bought him a silver bracelet to replace the one he broke when he played basketball last summer and he kept me laughing while he struck different poses to model his new accessory the entire time we were at the mall. We also stopped by different appliance stores to check out home theaters and speakers and subwoofers since we were planning to buy one for the condo. We dropped by the bookstores for him to check out home improvement books to get ideas for his apartment while I bought his favorite mags. When we finally got around to checking out the Chocolate Clothing store, the particular gift I was looking for was out of stock. Bummer. So I just went with him while he did his grocery, then we had dinner at the food court, before he walked me to the bus station. He kidded me on the way, that I was the one who wanted to go malling, but he was the one with all the purchases.
I just wish the bracelet would really chain him to me. But I think it worked the other way around. =(
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Mamaw
As soon as I got home, the allergies started. My fingers were itchy, my neck was itchy, my face was itchy, my arms were itchy. It didn't let off the entire weekend and I went back to the office monday morning still sporting rashes.
I scheduled a check-up at the office clinic and was prescribed a new antihistamine. I was also told to keep away from our new pug as he might be the cause of my unrelenting skin asthma. Wanting the agony to end, I took the med right after an early dinner. Within 30 minutes, my eyes were itchy, my nose was running -- and I had Angelina Jolie's lips. It appears that I was not only allergic to the pug, but to Virlix (the antihistamine) as well.
I had to stay home the following day, missing my immersion trip with a third party dealer. Although I was looking forward to the trip, I opted not to show my swollen face in case they decide that my company is managed by mamaws.
It gradually subsided at around 2pm and I was finally able to eat. I was bored out of my mind though, even with my BlackBerry. I watched Marie Antoinette, Mr. Bean, and Deuce Bigelow (European Gigolo). I was contemplating on watching the entire Heroes series, but was distracted by my craving for ChowKing's spicy noodle soup.
My boyfriend didn't want to buy me the spicy soup since the chili might trigger my allergies again. Not having any dinner at all triggered war instead.
I scheduled a check-up at the office clinic and was prescribed a new antihistamine. I was also told to keep away from our new pug as he might be the cause of my unrelenting skin asthma. Wanting the agony to end, I took the med right after an early dinner. Within 30 minutes, my eyes were itchy, my nose was running -- and I had Angelina Jolie's lips. It appears that I was not only allergic to the pug, but to Virlix (the antihistamine) as well.
I had to stay home the following day, missing my immersion trip with a third party dealer. Although I was looking forward to the trip, I opted not to show my swollen face in case they decide that my company is managed by mamaws.
It gradually subsided at around 2pm and I was finally able to eat. I was bored out of my mind though, even with my BlackBerry. I watched Marie Antoinette, Mr. Bean, and Deuce Bigelow (European Gigolo). I was contemplating on watching the entire Heroes series, but was distracted by my craving for ChowKing's spicy noodle soup.
My boyfriend didn't want to buy me the spicy soup since the chili might trigger my allergies again. Not having any dinner at all triggered war instead.
Just Another Weekend
My monthly meeting with my mentor did not push through last Friday (she was tired from the training she attended), so I gleefully imparted the news to my boyfriend who was as excited as I am to get the weekend started.
He arrived at the mall ahead of me, so he told me he'd drop by his house first to get some stuff, then meet me later at my pad. It took me quite a while to buy our dinner, and when he texted that he was on his way, I asked him to meet me instead at the mall so we could go home together. He agreed. I cautioned him that I saw some of our friends at the mall and that it would be best if he just waited for me outside. Being the soul of discretion (and cowardice), he suddenly changed plans and went straight to my condo, and told me that he'll just wait for me at the lobby. Very much annoyed, as I was encumbered by my bag, my organizer, my jacket, the Chao fan rice meals, and the pizza, I texted him that I was expecting him to help me with the stuff I was carrying.
When I arrived at the condo's lobby, he was nowhere to be seen. Without any choice, I lugged the stuff upstairs myself. Then I received his text message - he would come for me at the mall. And another - he was at the mall already, where was I? Talk about mixed signals. Finally, after much yapping at each other via mobile phone, he went back to my pad where I was already preparing our dinner, and kissed and made up.
After dinner, we watched TV, prepared for bed, made love, and slept. We woke up quite early for a Saturday and spent the morning cuddling and talking, had sex and a late breakfast, and watched TV while we decided how to spend the afternoon. We were wary of going to the mall since his sister-in-law was in town and staying at the hotel a few blocks away from us. Still undecided, we had sex again and I gave him a full body massage afterwards. With lust out of the way, we were able to decide on having lunch delivered, watching dvd, then windowshopping and dinner before we went home.
We had pasta, chicken and ribs for lunch, watched Blades of Glory, and was able to catch the second half of the NU-FEU UAAP men's basketball game before we prepared to leave. At the mall, he decided to do a little grocery shopping, then we window-shopped for speakers (for his place and for mine - both for his use), and had Japanese fastfood for dinner.
He arrived at the mall ahead of me, so he told me he'd drop by his house first to get some stuff, then meet me later at my pad. It took me quite a while to buy our dinner, and when he texted that he was on his way, I asked him to meet me instead at the mall so we could go home together. He agreed. I cautioned him that I saw some of our friends at the mall and that it would be best if he just waited for me outside. Being the soul of discretion (and cowardice), he suddenly changed plans and went straight to my condo, and told me that he'll just wait for me at the lobby. Very much annoyed, as I was encumbered by my bag, my organizer, my jacket, the Chao fan rice meals, and the pizza, I texted him that I was expecting him to help me with the stuff I was carrying.
When I arrived at the condo's lobby, he was nowhere to be seen. Without any choice, I lugged the stuff upstairs myself. Then I received his text message - he would come for me at the mall. And another - he was at the mall already, where was I? Talk about mixed signals. Finally, after much yapping at each other via mobile phone, he went back to my pad where I was already preparing our dinner, and kissed and made up.
After dinner, we watched TV, prepared for bed, made love, and slept. We woke up quite early for a Saturday and spent the morning cuddling and talking, had sex and a late breakfast, and watched TV while we decided how to spend the afternoon. We were wary of going to the mall since his sister-in-law was in town and staying at the hotel a few blocks away from us. Still undecided, we had sex again and I gave him a full body massage afterwards. With lust out of the way, we were able to decide on having lunch delivered, watching dvd, then windowshopping and dinner before we went home.
We had pasta, chicken and ribs for lunch, watched Blades of Glory, and was able to catch the second half of the NU-FEU UAAP men's basketball game before we prepared to leave. At the mall, he decided to do a little grocery shopping, then we window-shopped for speakers (for his place and for mine - both for his use), and had Japanese fastfood for dinner.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
The Best Laid Plans
Since we planned a weekend away from each other, I asked my boyfriend out to dinner last Friday night. It had been a very busy week for my unit and I wanted a good dinner in a good restaurant with a waiter to do all the work. I wanted to pamper myself and spend some quality time with my boyfriend. I planned to eat somewhere near the malls, maybe with a band, and maybe have some coffee after.
Then he texted that it was drizzling and that it was hard to get a ride because of the traffic. Could we meet at the nearby mall instead? There go my plans. I wanted to eat somewhere different, but if it was hard to get a ride, I guess it's prudent to go somewhere near. I agreed and wondered which of the few restaurants would we pick.
I met him at the sports shop and he told me he wasn't hungry yet, could we look around a bit? I was a little miffed already (I had a very tiring day and I wanted to relax) but being the nice girlfriend that I am, I agreed. Half an hour later, he told me that he didn't feel like eating at any of the restaurants, could we just stay at my place and order in? I told him that I haven't done my grocery yet and there's nothing to eat or drink at my place. He said that we could buy drinks now and then have some food delivered.
And so I went to the grocery to buy iced tea, Cokes, water, and juice (and a large bag of potato chips), while he bought extra underwear in the department store. He also went to the grocery and bought apples for dessert. I was waiting for him at the benches when he texted me that we might have to split tricycles since he saw some people from my department who might see us together. At that I stood up and went my own way but he caught up with me and we ended up sharing a tricycle anyway. I was apprehensive since it was still early and there was another badminton challenge that night. A lot of people were bound to be at the courts, which was just a block away from my pad.
We got to my condo safely though but I was still in a huff. I asked him what I should order for dinner and he told me that it was up to me. At that I blew my top and yelled at him, "You tell me what you want to eat, I already told you I wanted to eat at a restaurant, but you wanted to stay here, YOU think." He let me have a few minutes of sobbing while he embraced me, and then told me that MacDonalds would be fine. Since I felt better after weeping, I was able to have two Big Macs delivered and put away the groceries while he lounged on the bed.
We watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith on Star Movies while eating the burgers and argued on whether we saw it together. I told him that we did, and was able to tell him which part we entered the theater and which part we went out. He said that he really couldn't remember and accused me of going with someone else. I told him that he was probably preoccupied with what we were planning to do inside the theater (yes, we used to do a lot of groping in the theater before I consented to have sex with him) that he wasn't aware what film we were watching. He said that he was at least aware of the films although he wasn't able to watch them thoroughly. But when I asked which films we watched during that time, he smiled sheepishly and could not answer. But he challenged me to look it up in my diary if we did indeed watch the Brangelina movie. I told him that he had to trust me in these matters because I'm the professional diary writer of the two of us.
He fell asleep after watching the movie, but I was still awake enough to watch King Kong and Jeopardy after.
We woke up before 7am, the earliest on a Saturday, and we spent the morning just talking and cuddling. He had to go before lunch though, since he needed to reserve a plane ticket for when he goes home for his daughter's birthday. He wanted me to come with him and shoot some hoops again (we dated in an arcade last Christmas, when we went to get his plane tickets) but I declined. I had other plans and much of it went awry already when he suddenly decided to spend the night with me. After his shower, he suddenly got horny, but I wasn't in the mood yet, and anyway, I didn't feel like messing up my sheets as I had my period then. He compromised and made love to my breasts. Yup, just like in the porn films.
Horniness satisfied, he went off, while I prepared to meet my college friend too. We were going to meet after lunch, so I had time to get a pedicure and a good (but lonely) lunch before I hailed a cab. I was half an hour late but Lilac said she didn't mind as she wanted to get a snack anyway. We got another cab and proceeded to the bookfair.
We looked into every booth but the prices were just like those in bookstores. I was able to get Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and Neil Gaiman's Good Omens. There were a lot more Gaiman books I wanted, but I didn't have enough money, so I contented myself with the knowledge that at least they are available in the bookstores and not so hard to find as I feared.
Our feet exhausted, we decide to quit the bookfair, but were still loath to separate. After a while, we just decided to check the cinemas at the nearest mall. We watched Evan Almighty then had pasta for dinner at Sbarro's (chatting nonstop althroughout the lasagna and ziti) before finally calling it a day.
I guess even if things don't go according to plan, you can still enjoy the time you spend with the people you love.
Then he texted that it was drizzling and that it was hard to get a ride because of the traffic. Could we meet at the nearby mall instead? There go my plans. I wanted to eat somewhere different, but if it was hard to get a ride, I guess it's prudent to go somewhere near. I agreed and wondered which of the few restaurants would we pick.
I met him at the sports shop and he told me he wasn't hungry yet, could we look around a bit? I was a little miffed already (I had a very tiring day and I wanted to relax) but being the nice girlfriend that I am, I agreed. Half an hour later, he told me that he didn't feel like eating at any of the restaurants, could we just stay at my place and order in? I told him that I haven't done my grocery yet and there's nothing to eat or drink at my place. He said that we could buy drinks now and then have some food delivered.
And so I went to the grocery to buy iced tea, Cokes, water, and juice (and a large bag of potato chips), while he bought extra underwear in the department store. He also went to the grocery and bought apples for dessert. I was waiting for him at the benches when he texted me that we might have to split tricycles since he saw some people from my department who might see us together. At that I stood up and went my own way but he caught up with me and we ended up sharing a tricycle anyway. I was apprehensive since it was still early and there was another badminton challenge that night. A lot of people were bound to be at the courts, which was just a block away from my pad.
We got to my condo safely though but I was still in a huff. I asked him what I should order for dinner and he told me that it was up to me. At that I blew my top and yelled at him, "You tell me what you want to eat, I already told you I wanted to eat at a restaurant, but you wanted to stay here, YOU think." He let me have a few minutes of sobbing while he embraced me, and then told me that MacDonalds would be fine. Since I felt better after weeping, I was able to have two Big Macs delivered and put away the groceries while he lounged on the bed.
We watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith on Star Movies while eating the burgers and argued on whether we saw it together. I told him that we did, and was able to tell him which part we entered the theater and which part we went out. He said that he really couldn't remember and accused me of going with someone else. I told him that he was probably preoccupied with what we were planning to do inside the theater (yes, we used to do a lot of groping in the theater before I consented to have sex with him) that he wasn't aware what film we were watching. He said that he was at least aware of the films although he wasn't able to watch them thoroughly. But when I asked which films we watched during that time, he smiled sheepishly and could not answer. But he challenged me to look it up in my diary if we did indeed watch the Brangelina movie. I told him that he had to trust me in these matters because I'm the professional diary writer of the two of us.
He fell asleep after watching the movie, but I was still awake enough to watch King Kong and Jeopardy after.
We woke up before 7am, the earliest on a Saturday, and we spent the morning just talking and cuddling. He had to go before lunch though, since he needed to reserve a plane ticket for when he goes home for his daughter's birthday. He wanted me to come with him and shoot some hoops again (we dated in an arcade last Christmas, when we went to get his plane tickets) but I declined. I had other plans and much of it went awry already when he suddenly decided to spend the night with me. After his shower, he suddenly got horny, but I wasn't in the mood yet, and anyway, I didn't feel like messing up my sheets as I had my period then. He compromised and made love to my breasts. Yup, just like in the porn films.
Horniness satisfied, he went off, while I prepared to meet my college friend too. We were going to meet after lunch, so I had time to get a pedicure and a good (but lonely) lunch before I hailed a cab. I was half an hour late but Lilac said she didn't mind as she wanted to get a snack anyway. We got another cab and proceeded to the bookfair.
We looked into every booth but the prices were just like those in bookstores. I was able to get Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and Neil Gaiman's Good Omens. There were a lot more Gaiman books I wanted, but I didn't have enough money, so I contented myself with the knowledge that at least they are available in the bookstores and not so hard to find as I feared.
Our feet exhausted, we decide to quit the bookfair, but were still loath to separate. After a while, we just decided to check the cinemas at the nearest mall. We watched Evan Almighty then had pasta for dinner at Sbarro's (chatting nonstop althroughout the lasagna and ziti) before finally calling it a day.
I guess even if things don't go according to plan, you can still enjoy the time you spend with the people you love.
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