i've written about my younger (but significantly taller) brother in the past. i love him to bits, which is why sometimes i get into little messes he creates.

like the mess with what he calls his lovelife.

see, my brother got the better genes. put it this way: he's the kristine hermosa of our family, i happen to be kathleen. huge difference, right? anyway, good genes = complicated lovelife. my brother loves his girls, and with girls i mean girls. lots of them, scores of them. once, he made me put on my phone who to text on a particular day if i wanted a ride home. mon&thurs=official girl; tues&fri= the contender. weekends are an altogether different matter.

now, there's nothing wrong with collecting before selecting but my brother happens to be a romantic too, meaning, he's not just dating them, he gets into these situations wherein he's their boyfriend all at the same time. you must imagine the briefing my friends got when i got hospitalized: all they had to do was smile and if one girl comes right after the other, they're supposed to pretend nothing is amiss.

anyway, his good genes have somehow prevented the karma gods from running after him. he's safe, for now, which is good, after all, i wouldn't want to deal with anyone's dad armed with a shotgun standing outside our gate.

but then these girls sometimes expect me to be their friend. no problem, i'm as friendly as they get (sometimes).

it gets nasty though when they expect me to be their informant. much like a government employee, i've received little bribes in the past: gap dream and a sparkly lipgloss, gift certificate at the spa, half a gallon of ice cream, free dinner, and so on and so forth. i must say these girls are creative.

later i'm meeting with someone who wants to be part of the "girlfriend troupe". we're meeting at the podium and she said something about bonding and dinner, maybe coffee if we have time.

i've always said i can't be bribed.

but then who knows.

after all, i heard they've got this chocomint ice cream in the podium.