the date

rey kept asking when he'd get to read what happened to the date.
it was the first thing vanessa asked me today when she saw me.

so how was the date?

i was a lousy date. i wouldn't want to date me.

the date came in a cool car and cool shades. material trappings aside, he had a real smile. colgate toothpaste commercial worthy smile. not bad for someone i dragged out of *insert here whatever it is single male guys do on sunday afternoons*.

then he was cool about everything. he was cool about sitting at the back of the church until the ceremony finished. he was cool about waiting for the couple to come out of the chapel.

he also opens car doors. fifty million pogi points, no questions asked.

we laughed over each other's love life, or more appropriately, the lack of it -- his undying love for his ex and how he's seeing a girl whose nickname can either be a fruit or a formula one sponsor and how he knows the guy i'm seeing and how he thinks the guy's an introvert. he discussed his triathlon stuff and i discussed, well, i listened.

yes, kuya rey *evil grin* i listened.

being the dating dork i am, i didn't know whether i owed him coffee or something. was his comment about the ice cream at the pen lobby a hint that he wanted to try the ice cream at the pen lobby? do i give him a quick peck on the cheek or do i shake his hand?

i ended it with a wave. really. a wave.

i bet he's thinking right now that i was a waste of new dockers.