Reggie asked me out on a date. No, he asked me out for lunch. Actually, he tricked me into going out to lunch with him. He only needed a guide to take him to Balaw-Balaw ‘coz he’s gonna buy something. He did, but only after he asked for a table for two. I have to admit, I was more than satisfied with the meal. The food was great, the setting was relaxing, and even I looked more presentable and feminine than most of the time. The only thing that doesn’t go well with the whole look, the thing that doesn’t fit in with the atmosphere – was him. I know it’s rude and ungrateful, but hell yeah, the only problem was him.
During the meal, he kept on asking me the things I like, things I don’t like, and other seemingly unimportant stuff. In my mind, I was close to singing ”getting to know you, getting to know more abut you..” He was even acting like we were that close – which I hated the most. I wanted to ask ”Hello, personal bubble, you still there??” but he was too much enjoying himself to notice my displeasure.
Finally, he asked me out again, this time it will be their town fiesta. NO, good Lord, no! I told him I’d be busy. He asked if I can reschedule my meetings and such, and if I am truly busy. YES, good Lord, yes! After I listed down all the works needed to be done, he conceded. Ugh. Male attention really is a bother, especially if they’re from the guys I’d rather not spend my time with. And does he think I might like him back? Reggie, you fool.
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