man eater

while veevee was happily gorging on a fat, juicy hotshots burger yesterday afternoon, she innocently asked if i dated someone who was student council president, or at least someone "famous" while in college.

no, i replied, the most "famous" one would have to be someone who actually joined mr. educ*

oh maybe that would be him, she said.

*quizzical look on rosa's face*

it turns out that in pre-rosa and veevee friendship days, she was a great repository of rosa man-eater chismis.

rosa dated this guy to get a job in university. rosa dumped him when she finally got the job.
rosa dated this guy to get through her MA. rosa dumped him when she went to law school ... and so
rosa dated this guy to get through law school.

oh, and according to urban legend, rosa dumped famous up guy because she was already dating this guy to get job in university.

then veevee went on to proclaim, rosa, you were the crazy party girl man eater who used her feminine wiles to lure men.

now, anyone who really knew me would know i absolutely have zilch feminine wiles. i didn't learn how to put on a lipstick until i was 25. i still trip a lot when wearing heels. and god forbid that the fat i have to burn are actually men-magnets.

but in a weird, twisted way, it's actually kinda cute. i mean, wow, i was a famous teacher after all.

and at least i didn't get "pregnant" in their stories. another friend's man-eater story has something to do with her getting it on with another teacher, becoming pregnant in the process and when she found out that he was getting married, she went to the states, had the baby aborted, and in the end, became good friends with the guy.

what the?

i know.

*disclaimer: when he joined abovementioned contest, we weren't dating yet. heck, we didn't even know each other at that time!