Virtual Post-its

Mood: wala lang
Listening to: Mr. Kevin Brett, my seatmate

     after 2 months of self-imposed datelessness, i finally went out with a friend on an impromptu girls' night-out. now, i hope you understand the gravity of the situation. in 2 months time, i have never ventured 3 feet away from either home, office or the grocery. no movies, no strolling along the boardwalk, no dinner dates (or any kind of date whatever). pathetic, right? nah! more like catching your foot on the last rung on the social ladder and plunging head-first to rock-bottom.

     upon reaching the only hot spot for hotties on a saturday, my friend & i were literally blown off our feet. it's not because of all the cuties roaming around but more of the fact that we literally don't know how to socialize anymore. oh, to be in your mid-20s and not know how to flirt and date... :( the realization hit us when we found ourselves tucked in a corner in one of the bars, sipping warm beer and basically looked like wall flowers. attractive, smart, available wall flowers. *sigh*

     a major cutie was hovering nearby, garbed in a leather jacket with the word STOP plastered all over. and when you do look at him, your breath will literally stop. i dunno what's gotten over me or my friend but neither made a move. i didn't know warm beer could immobilize one's limbs. imagine! i couldn't even bring myself to bat an eyelash out of sheer fear of him laughing at me with the mental note: "Poor girl... that tick she got is really weird and annoying."

     finally (and thankfully), someone did approach us before the night wore out. cool guys (although the other one looked old enough to be my dad), rather a bit the plain boy-next-door, but cool nonetheless. however, as the night deepened, our cinderella-like delusions were dashed when mr. prince charming picked at the french fries with his pinkie extended to god knows where. the longer he talks, the closer he comes out of the closet. merde! another sister in the making... he keeps saying that he can never comprehend why pretty girls like us don't have boyfriends. in true women's lib fashion, we defended our god-given rights to stay single and unburdened by the bane called mankind/manhood. and in the process, came to realize that it is NOT  a neccessity to have a man in your life.  

     anyway, the night did not completely end on a sad (or gay) note. mr. stop passed by and said goodbye. that was enough to feed our imaginations for 2 more months. i can go back to work, home and the grocery with the full awareness that life is what you make it. warm beer or not, cinderella at the ball or at home. i'd rather be me, in all my single-blessedness. :)