if my life were a book...

It’ll be filled with supposed romantic chapters with prologues that never got epilogues. The plot isn’t established yet but it ends right there, just when the writer is still describing the setting, it’ll be time to turn to another chapter – which is another disappointing waste of brain cell use.

You’d be surprised why I am making a big fuss out of all of this. Yes I know that I don’t need anybody to complete me. I love my life. I have a lot of things to do to keep me from getting bored. I haven’t explored my dslr, I haven’t touched my newly bought keyboard organ, I have an Allende and Picoult to finish, I have a dozen new movies in line for my dvd player, I have a photoshop manual to master, I have three weeks of laundry to do, and I have to clean my flat that can easily convince anybody that four super typhoons enjoyed co-habiting with me.

My friends will laugh at me (or feel sorry for me for getting this pathetic) when they read this post. Yes I know I have my whole youth days ahead of me. Yes I know that having a relationship is supposed to happen naturally. It’ll be a disaster if you force yourself into it. But hell, try being in my place. I feel lonely. Hard core lonely. No consolation can pull me out of it. Don’t even try to play the social awareness card. I know there are starving kids in Africa and that polar bears are getting extinct. I feel lonely, and I am entitled to rant about it.

I am not asking for too much. I am not looking for somebody with riches or good-looks (although that would be a bonus).

I just need somebody who:

1. Has clean teeth
2. Will ask how my day turned out
3. Will say good night
4. Will say that he misses me when I am out of the country
5. Will show excitement that I’m back
6. Will smile when I try to get things my way by playing the little girl card, and I’d see in his eyes that look that says “Shit, I’m so foolish for doing this but hell…damn it, I really love you. Fine.”

Is that too much to ask?

Note to self: You are so going to die alone, blsm. You know these men are polar bear extinct. Or gay.

Shet naman.