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white car, no tint. hair gelled to pineapple perfection. powder blue long-sleeved shirt.

can i just tell you that when you slipped on those shades your hotness factor skyrocketed?

should i have scribbled my name and phone number on a sheet of notebook paper and taped it to the window? should i have waved wildly at him the two or so times our cars passed each other? should i have made like that old palm commercial where the girl sends her details via infrared?

so much i could have done, except that there was this guy who thought that reading his broadsheet while driving along edsa was appropriate.

*sigh* i lost possible future father of my children somewhere between the AFP theater and the ortigas flyover.