Posted on Tuesday, 5th December 2006 by augel
Lady Fortuna is sure laughing her fat ass right now.
Just when I thought that I have a chance avoiding spinsterville with an uber-promising cupid guy, Miz Fortuna decided to sweeten the deal a little bit more by flicking her magic wand and making mr. cupid disappear. poof!
I was actually really fine getting on with my socially-challenged life because I was getting plenty of ego-boosting stares from the cupid man. The eyefuls are not the kind where a decent woman would want to poke a man’s eyes out because he was looking like he never saw a female specie in a million years. They (the eyefuls) are actually butterflies-in-the-stomach inducing, the kind where having noticed that mr cupid guy has followed you with his gaze the minute you came into the room and sat in your 350-peso monobloc chair, also makes you like to stare back and offer an encouraging smile. it’s actually one of the many reasons why I look forward on going to work everyday, despite sitting in the 350-peso monobloc chair.
I was really enjoying the quasi-attention. It was actually turning into a game — drink a glass of water everytime you see mr. cupid stare/glance/look at you, drink another mugful if I have the urge to stare/glance/look back — it’s a great way to achieve my 8-glasses of water per day requirement.
All was going well with the game until now. The eyefuls are now gone, as the person resposible for them are now a few miles away. Damn you, Lady Fortuna… I am surely heading for spinsterville.
And as if Miz Fortune was not satisfied playing with me, another character now enters my realm of reality, Mr. Blast-from-the-Past.
Now, Miztur BftP has long been in the back of my mind. For the past few months, I was struggling to erase BftP in my conciousness. I think that I have halfway succeeded as I do not anymore think of him 24/7. Thoughts of him only occur when I get overdramatic and melancholic. I avoid thinking too much as I do not want to cry bucketfuls and run the risk of hyperventilating and suffer another anxiety-induced, “life-threatening� asthma attack.
Lady Fortuna, of course, does not want me to just comfortably sit my pretty butt in this 350-peso monobloc chair. Hence, I am now faced with the classic a-window-closses-but-another-door-opens scenario.
I’m going out of my mind here.
This may due to dehydration, as I haven’t drank a single drop of water the whole night, sigh!
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