i have been awfully quiet, I know. The simple reason is that nothing's really been happening.
There's this guy that I've been texting. When I say text, I mean just the standard hi and helloes and how's freaking work. He works as a restaurant manager. He's tall and neat looking, but somehow I don't feel we connect, even in our pseudo-conversations over the phone.
We haven't met each other face to face yet, he's always busy with his job and me with mine. Chris, my newfound friend, tells me it is imperative for two people to meet, and I believe him. This guy doesn't look too keen about meeting up though. Every now and then my phone just blinks with hi's and helloes. I'm really confused as to what his agenda is.
I think I shouldn't be wasting my time. I plan on telling him it's petty and it's not working.
P.S.
Thanks to everyone dropping comments. Call me?
Monday, January 29, 2007
Friday, January 12, 2007
The typical twenty-something
Lately I have been chatting with some people who read my blog (thanks for dropping by, you guys!). It seems that I've piqued some people's interests with my situation and, well, my general perspective on this guy to guy thing.
To begin with, I've never had any relationship with another guy and I don't claim to know much about starting or sustaining one. I'm new.
But the thing is, in many ways, I'm a little idealistic as I venture out into this field. See, I'm not and don't intend to be a player, and I don't go about looking for someone just to share carnal pleasures with. I'm all for a good, honest relationship.
People warn me about "typical" guys of my age. Im 24. I warned against guys who'd just break my heart, the kind who sleeps around and looks for "exciting things because, hell, life is short and we're still young so we gotta enjoy life!"
Okay, question. Are you fucking for real? Is this really the typical "PLU" (thanks for the term, Chris)? I mean, seriously. Is a monogamous guy really a rarity? Because if it is, then my chances of trying out a guy to guy relationship runs really thin then! I don't ever intend to date someone- guy or girl- who's into an "open" relationship. It's ridiculous. It hasn't got any real meaning and it's just headed for big trouble. I have problems understanding why a person wouldn't want to invest time, energy and emotions on that one person that he or she loves. I also have a difficult time understanding how a person would just want to keep playing around, those who want nothing but fuck buddies. Lately I've been thinking about re-assessing my priorities. Maybe I'm better off with a girl after all.
When I say I'd like to be in a monogamous relationship, I don't mean wearing a polka-dot duster and settling down like some old couple in Pleasantville. Come ON, it's not like I'm saying I wanna get married when I say I'd like a serious boyfriend.
Where do you find sane guys like these? Not G4M, I've been told, because according to some, most people there are just after hook-ups and one-night stands.
Is there hope? Coz you know, I really still believe in love.
Help, you guys?
To begin with, I've never had any relationship with another guy and I don't claim to know much about starting or sustaining one. I'm new.
But the thing is, in many ways, I'm a little idealistic as I venture out into this field. See, I'm not and don't intend to be a player, and I don't go about looking for someone just to share carnal pleasures with. I'm all for a good, honest relationship.
People warn me about "typical" guys of my age. Im 24. I warned against guys who'd just break my heart, the kind who sleeps around and looks for "exciting things because, hell, life is short and we're still young so we gotta enjoy life!"
Okay, question. Are you fucking for real? Is this really the typical "PLU" (thanks for the term, Chris)? I mean, seriously. Is a monogamous guy really a rarity? Because if it is, then my chances of trying out a guy to guy relationship runs really thin then! I don't ever intend to date someone- guy or girl- who's into an "open" relationship. It's ridiculous. It hasn't got any real meaning and it's just headed for big trouble. I have problems understanding why a person wouldn't want to invest time, energy and emotions on that one person that he or she loves. I also have a difficult time understanding how a person would just want to keep playing around, those who want nothing but fuck buddies. Lately I've been thinking about re-assessing my priorities. Maybe I'm better off with a girl after all.
When I say I'd like to be in a monogamous relationship, I don't mean wearing a polka-dot duster and settling down like some old couple in Pleasantville. Come ON, it's not like I'm saying I wanna get married when I say I'd like a serious boyfriend.
Where do you find sane guys like these? Not G4M, I've been told, because according to some, most people there are just after hook-ups and one-night stands.
Is there hope? Coz you know, I really still believe in love.
Help, you guys?
Monday, January 08, 2007
Who stopped sending text messages?
An online friend of mine set me up on a date with someone. My second date.
This was in December. Date number 2 and I had been texting and calling a lot since we exchanged phone numbers. He'd been wanting us to meet early on but I told him I wasn't prepared yet, I mean, not after my first date which turned out to be a big disappointment. I kept begging off, telling him I was busy etcetera etcetera. But he was so insistent so finally I told him, "Okay, let's meet."
We met at Starbucks at 1 AM. He wore this black jacket, I was in my usual tee and jeans getup, nothing fancy. I had done some massive Christmas shopping earlier that day and must have looked a little haggard. I had started scouting for presents in the malls around 8PM and went home at 12 AM since SM was closing that late what with the Christmas shoppers and all.
Black Jacket looked okay but seemed kind of neurotic. Over coffee, we would talk about his job and suddenly he'd stare into space. In his text and YM messages he was a sweet and big chatterbox but face to face he'd barely talk. He also kept fudgeting in his seat. I must be really making him uncomfortable. Which is insane because I was the newbie in this field.
"Come on, let's talk about something," I'd offer. Sometimes I'd get some words out of him and sometimes I'd get his blank stares. And then he'd smile. I like his smile.
We talked a little about his job and mine until I thought we were getting nowhere. "Shall we go?" I asked him. I knew that his place was near mine, he told me so over the phone before, so I offered that we could share a cab. He politely declined, saying he needed to go somewhere first. "At this hour?" I asked him, and he replied with some mambo jambo. It suddenly occured to me that either he thought I was an axe murderer (psycho music plays on cue) and he needed to get away from me quick, or he thought I was rather a disappointment.
Of course my ego got hurt. I mean, who did this guy think he was? He wasn't Tom Cruise himself.
When I got home he texted me that it was nice seeing me. I said to myself who was he kidding. I didn't reply to his message and from that point on he stopped sending me text messages.
A few days after the date, the friend who set us up apologized. He said he was sorry we didn't quite match up. It wasn't his fault, of course, and I told him I'd gladly go through a lot of weird and deplorable dates if it meant finding The One in the end of the day.
"He said you stopped texting him," my friend tells me.
Hold on, something wasn't right. "No, he stopped texting me," I contended. My friend said Black Jacket told him it's the other way around.
I thought for a moment. Alright, I had used my spare SIM card in my cellphone that night we met and then changed back to my reguler SIM card the following day. He must have been texting me on that spare SIM that night and I wasn't able to read his messages, I give him that. But he knew both my numbers. If he thought I wasn't replying, he could have tried the other number.
All the same, I gave up the potentiality of the two of us trying it out so I no longer bothered to make it an issue.
Today, however, I received a text message from Black Jacket. He said hello... etcetra etcetera... I hope you find what you're looking for.
I don't quite get this guy. Should I pursue him? I really did like him the way he was before that episode in Starbucks, but as Darren Hayes sang, "on the telephone lines (we are) anyone, (we are) anything we wanna be."
Once again I'm one confused puppy.
This was in December. Date number 2 and I had been texting and calling a lot since we exchanged phone numbers. He'd been wanting us to meet early on but I told him I wasn't prepared yet, I mean, not after my first date which turned out to be a big disappointment. I kept begging off, telling him I was busy etcetera etcetera. But he was so insistent so finally I told him, "Okay, let's meet."
We met at Starbucks at 1 AM. He wore this black jacket, I was in my usual tee and jeans getup, nothing fancy. I had done some massive Christmas shopping earlier that day and must have looked a little haggard. I had started scouting for presents in the malls around 8PM and went home at 12 AM since SM was closing that late what with the Christmas shoppers and all.
Black Jacket looked okay but seemed kind of neurotic. Over coffee, we would talk about his job and suddenly he'd stare into space. In his text and YM messages he was a sweet and big chatterbox but face to face he'd barely talk. He also kept fudgeting in his seat. I must be really making him uncomfortable. Which is insane because I was the newbie in this field.
"Come on, let's talk about something," I'd offer. Sometimes I'd get some words out of him and sometimes I'd get his blank stares. And then he'd smile. I like his smile.
We talked a little about his job and mine until I thought we were getting nowhere. "Shall we go?" I asked him. I knew that his place was near mine, he told me so over the phone before, so I offered that we could share a cab. He politely declined, saying he needed to go somewhere first. "At this hour?" I asked him, and he replied with some mambo jambo. It suddenly occured to me that either he thought I was an axe murderer (psycho music plays on cue) and he needed to get away from me quick, or he thought I was rather a disappointment.
Of course my ego got hurt. I mean, who did this guy think he was? He wasn't Tom Cruise himself.
When I got home he texted me that it was nice seeing me. I said to myself who was he kidding. I didn't reply to his message and from that point on he stopped sending me text messages.
A few days after the date, the friend who set us up apologized. He said he was sorry we didn't quite match up. It wasn't his fault, of course, and I told him I'd gladly go through a lot of weird and deplorable dates if it meant finding The One in the end of the day.
"He said you stopped texting him," my friend tells me.
Hold on, something wasn't right. "No, he stopped texting me," I contended. My friend said Black Jacket told him it's the other way around.
I thought for a moment. Alright, I had used my spare SIM card in my cellphone that night we met and then changed back to my reguler SIM card the following day. He must have been texting me on that spare SIM that night and I wasn't able to read his messages, I give him that. But he knew both my numbers. If he thought I wasn't replying, he could have tried the other number.
All the same, I gave up the potentiality of the two of us trying it out so I no longer bothered to make it an issue.
Today, however, I received a text message from Black Jacket. He said hello... etcetra etcetera... I hope you find what you're looking for.
I don't quite get this guy. Should I pursue him? I really did like him the way he was before that episode in Starbucks, but as Darren Hayes sang, "on the telephone lines (we are) anyone, (we are) anything we wanna be."
Once again I'm one confused puppy.
Danny boy
My, but he's made contact!
I'm talking about this guy, Dan, that I have a man-crush on. Since I started reading his blog a few weeks back, I'm hooked to his stories. He's Filipino but he attends an international university in Singapore (I think). Yes, he's a student. No, I'm not corrupting a minor you pervs, it's not like he's 12. But he looks really cute with his wavy hair and all. And he's smart. Just my kin of guy. I dropped a comment on one of his blog entries and he replied to my comment. He said, "Thanks for dropping by my page... Happy new year."
I feel like a teenager all over again!
I'm talking about this guy, Dan, that I have a man-crush on. Since I started reading his blog a few weeks back, I'm hooked to his stories. He's Filipino but he attends an international university in Singapore (I think). Yes, he's a student. No, I'm not corrupting a minor you pervs, it's not like he's 12. But he looks really cute with his wavy hair and all. And he's smart. Just my kin of guy. I dropped a comment on one of his blog entries and he replied to my comment. He said, "Thanks for dropping by my page... Happy new year."
I feel like a teenager all over again!
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