REMEMBER the girl who used to watch your basketball games, hold your water bottle, do your reports, listen to your girl problems, bring you food when you're hungry? Remember her and your endless whine about anything when she would just sigh and wait patiently for you to be in a happy mood? Remember when you would diss her everytime a new girl came along as if she never existed? She didn't really care that people shook their heads in disgust when they thought she was the one constant thing in your life. Remember her sitting in a corner, crying and then shake the sadness all away like nothing happened? All she wanted was for you to see that she was someone who deserves more than what you treated her for. That one someone who will embrace every flaw,who will love every line of your face, who memorized the 12 different smiles you can make and best of all, the one girl who can bring out what's left of you and turn you whole again. She finally gave up and ran away, hoping you could do it on your own.
And then...there you are, trying to find her, making ends meet just to see her again and see the possibilities if there really is something to make her stay.
But that girl, the one you used to take for granted, didn't want to come back. So, please know, don't mistake me for her. Because I'm not her...anymore...
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Miss Matchmaker
THAT'S WHAT I CALL myself. I would like to think of it that way. And some of my friends are grateful I am there to do a little rescuing when life seems to bore them.
It started back in college fresh off highschool, my cousin, Sonny, who was a Cadet came with a group of classmates who flocked the house every weekend. We had lady boarders so naturally, I would pair them up to my preference for every ball PMA had. I had to be careful in choosing each partner, though. Physical attraction, as tacky as it may sound, should always be in check. I also interview them first to see for myself how they fair in the dating game and I am keen in identifying personalities to make it a base for meeting people. After a couple of conversations, I then introduce the parties and see how they hit it off. So far, my track record is exceptional. And seeing their friendship evolve into a relationship gives me a natural high.
This year, I fulfilled a good deed for one of my best friends, Tina. I hooked her up with a friend of mine named Zoe. And they are out having drinks as I write this blog. So I give myself a mental pat on the back, they instantly clicked! I wanted to run my talent as a business because I know I would make good money out of it but the joy of playing cupid is priceless more than anything specially if you do it for people who needs to love and be loved. Would you like me to play cupid for you? :)
It started back in college fresh off highschool, my cousin, Sonny, who was a Cadet came with a group of classmates who flocked the house every weekend. We had lady boarders so naturally, I would pair them up to my preference for every ball PMA had. I had to be careful in choosing each partner, though. Physical attraction, as tacky as it may sound, should always be in check. I also interview them first to see for myself how they fair in the dating game and I am keen in identifying personalities to make it a base for meeting people. After a couple of conversations, I then introduce the parties and see how they hit it off. So far, my track record is exceptional. And seeing their friendship evolve into a relationship gives me a natural high.
This year, I fulfilled a good deed for one of my best friends, Tina. I hooked her up with a friend of mine named Zoe. And they are out having drinks as I write this blog. So I give myself a mental pat on the back, they instantly clicked! I wanted to run my talent as a business because I know I would make good money out of it but the joy of playing cupid is priceless more than anything specially if you do it for people who needs to love and be loved. Would you like me to play cupid for you? :)
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