The Strangeness of Men err.. a Man.

“Men are very strange… They can beat you up, shout at you, threaten you and yet they’re scared to death of women really. Perhaps not the woman they married, but there’s always one woman who frightens them and forces them to submit to her caprices. Even if it’s their own mother.”

--Eleven Minutes, Paulo Coelho

Do I frighten you? Don’t you think I’m worth the risk? Well, I think you are. Despite all the analysis, all the looking at other options… today, I found myself thinking of what’s stopping you, me… us. Yeah, you annoy me at times, you make me roll my eyes, you make my friends roll their eyes, you are clueless, you offend me with your insensitive comments and ways but I still think you’re cute. As cute as the first time I decided that you are cute. Yes, you are strange. You don’t beat me up, you don’t shout at me, in fact you are too quiet, but you still intimidate me. You scare me because you are different. You are able to look at me straight in the eyes; you are able to share with me my passion for words. And yeah, your lips look good.

Japh: Mahal mo na ba?

Eunice: Wala pang pagmamahal na involved.

Japh: Mahal mo na no? Nakikita mo ba ang sarili mo na nagkikiss kayo?

Eunice: Ano ba ito. (sigh of resignation)

So there, my sem break already started. I got around three date proposals since Friday. All of ‘em want to either have dinner with me, watch a flick or drink coffee. To my mind I said, “Been there, done that.” I said an indefinite yes to all of ‘em. Why indefinite? Just in case.