My friend Lee and I are like siblings. We grew up together and because I don’t have an older brother, he became my surrogate kuya. He had many obsessions; one of them is to date a lawyer or a soon-to-be lawyer. Three of the last women he went out with were all soon-to-be lawyers. I, on the other hand, was different. Mine wasn’t lawyers but musicians. To put it simply, at my hormonal age of 26, he wanted me to get hitched to a lawyer. Which lawyer didn’t matter, anyone would be fine as long as he’s at least in his junior year in law school or has taken enough law units to talk convincingly like a lawyer.
Of course, this only means that most of the time, I have to delete his emails, text messages and ignore most of his phone calls because they all end up into lectures about the advantages of dating an attorney.
I found a young college band drummer performing together with his band at Freedom Bar on Independence Day. I took this as a sign. So I laid the ground work.
Smiling at him – no reaction.
Winking with matching biting of the lower lip – still no reaction.
After reflection I came to the conclusion that the wink may have been too subtle to move things up a notch. When I saw him walking towards the john, I approached him and pretended to bump him. I lightly rubbed my right boob against his left elbow. But still, this only provoked a nothing more than annoyed glance.
Still calm and collected, I unbuttoned my blouse and showed a measured amount of flesh while loudly uttering my mobile number.
No reaction.
It was at this point that I realized that I have to face three possibilities: Either he was irrevocably stupid, interminably afraid of gorgeous-looking girls or I had so miserably failed to make a move that would really impress the young college band rocker. He had noticed me, and yes that bastard knew and I had a plan to win his heart once and for all. But I only have an hour till the bar closes.
I waited for him outside the bar. When I saw him stand up I quickly whipped a mirror out of my handbag, retouched my make-up, hair and struck a pose as he started to walk towards me.
When he was almost right in front of me, I pushed him.
“Anong bang problema miss!?”
I waited and pouted for a second then thought better about it and just tried to look cute.
“Hmmm…” His face lightened up a bit. “You’re…”
“Yes?” I said and ran my fingertips through my fringe, brushing it back.
“You’re the one who’s been stalking me, right?” And laughed.
“No!” I snapped then saw him flick a smile on then off again. I smiled back and said,
“It’s not stalking. It’s romance.
He nodded, the sides of his mouth rising slightly, tiny dimples appearing in both cheeks and asked me to sit with him on the sidewalk.
My friend’s going to be so pissed off.
