That graphic novel turned into movie by Frank Miller is one of my favorite movies. I have always been fascinated by history of empires and their egomaniac monarchs. The last time I read about the Battle in Thermopylae was when I was still a high school student learning world history. Having Gerald Butler on the movie as King Leonidas helped refresh my memory…
And write my own version of 300 today.
Now my 300 is a story about what made me say goodbye to Good Guy. It was basically a label coined by a friend during the time I felt disgusted at how I turned out to be a Good Guy freak. I mean he stood me up in three occasions this month when I was about to settle the 300 bucks I owed him. I had to suffer loss because of that. I felt like some shitty doormat already.
I could only go to certain levels of humiliation but I am not exactly the type who would literally endure it forever. I would not certainly go about town to mope and be miserable. Good Guy is nice but our story of 300 reeks of serious character issue I don’t want to find myself dealing with in the future.
But nevertheless, as a friend, I respect him for that. That’s how he is.
I’m free!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
No expectations
I haven’t given up on my quest to get Good Guy. I received advise from friends to just go out with him and enjoy his company like the old times with no expectations. I repeat. No expectations.
I think I heard the same words from him years ago when I tried to fix him a date with a colleague. He said no expectations. I had to ask him, “Are you just afraid you might find yourself expect-y at the end of the day?” He just didn’t like the idea of girls getting disappointed when they found out that he wasn’t that gorgeous guy they thought he was on paper and on the phone. I got the drift. No expectations.
So I did try to relax and enjoy life as it is and put a bunch of things in proper perspective. We’re good friends and activity partners and nothing in between. That’s it. While I was in that experimental mode for a week, I diverted my attention to other interests and his friend caught my attention. Then a wicked idea was born.
Me: Your friend B is nice, no?
GG: Why?
Me: Nothing. I just thought he’s nice. Read his blog.
GG: He is a good friend.
Me: What does he do?
GG: Hotel manager.
Me: Wow.
GG: Why are you interested?
Me: He’s talented. I love to discover talents, right?
GG: Hehe..so you’re a talent manager now?
Me: Why not? Unless you mean otherwise...
GG: ;-)
Me: Is he married?
GG: No. Single.
I wasn’t really sure if that was really a good way of relaxing things between me and Good Guy. For us to be good friends, I decided to take out the romantic part by focusing my attention to another guy and made sure he knew about this shift.
In the meantime, let me enjoy the current and drink soda to that. No expectations, ha. Sige. Cheers!
I think I heard the same words from him years ago when I tried to fix him a date with a colleague. He said no expectations. I had to ask him, “Are you just afraid you might find yourself expect-y at the end of the day?” He just didn’t like the idea of girls getting disappointed when they found out that he wasn’t that gorgeous guy they thought he was on paper and on the phone. I got the drift. No expectations.
So I did try to relax and enjoy life as it is and put a bunch of things in proper perspective. We’re good friends and activity partners and nothing in between. That’s it. While I was in that experimental mode for a week, I diverted my attention to other interests and his friend caught my attention. Then a wicked idea was born.
Me: Your friend B is nice, no?
GG: Why?
Me: Nothing. I just thought he’s nice. Read his blog.
GG: He is a good friend.
Me: What does he do?
GG: Hotel manager.
Me: Wow.
GG: Why are you interested?
Me: He’s talented. I love to discover talents, right?
GG: Hehe..so you’re a talent manager now?
Me: Why not? Unless you mean otherwise...
GG: ;-)
Me: Is he married?
GG: No. Single.
I wasn’t really sure if that was really a good way of relaxing things between me and Good Guy. For us to be good friends, I decided to take out the romantic part by focusing my attention to another guy and made sure he knew about this shift.
In the meantime, let me enjoy the current and drink soda to that. No expectations, ha. Sige. Cheers!
A date with Teacher
Just a day after the infamous Friday the 13th dinner, I have decided to meet this other guy I call Teacher. Teacher and I have been exchanging emails about cats since 2005. The fact of the matter is I haven’t met this guy in person because he was working abroad then. I haven’t actually been in touch with him for almost a year when suddenly I received an email from him informing me that he has just got back from a trip.
I wasn’t really keen about meeting up this guy. I had this weird feeling that he did really like me. When he texted me that his office moved to the city where I hold office, I was alarmed. That made us just a block apart. To prevent stalking incidents, I decided to go show up and meet this guy with a friend.
My friend and I were at Starbucks already when a guy an inch taller than I am approached us. His eyes lit up and gave me a firm handshake I thought my right hand was crushed. I ordered cranberry juice and he ordered the same, too. Scary. I eventually had to ask him jokingly, “Do you have UTI, too?”
We talked about careers, trips abroad, and our families. He painted a picture of a nice guy and a responsible family man in need of a woman he could walk down the aisle. To scare him, I told him I have two big and tall brothers and I am such a busy career person. But he did not seem to mind it and mentioned about a pre-nup. I wondered if he had relations with this overwhelmingly persistent dentist I had dated years ago.
Out of the blue, he mentioned about his habit of leaving his family without letting them know of his whereabouts, I saw that as an opportunity to shut the deal off. I told him explicitly it was an inconsiderate act to leave people wondering and confused. He looked disappointed I didn’t see it as dramatic as he wanted it to be.
I think I popped his bubble with that blunt statement that he told me how he hated feminists. In his eyes, I have become every guy’s nightmare the moment I spoke my mind out.
That was the end of my one-hour weekend date with Teacher and I never heard from him since them. Which, by the way, is better.
I wasn’t really keen about meeting up this guy. I had this weird feeling that he did really like me. When he texted me that his office moved to the city where I hold office, I was alarmed. That made us just a block apart. To prevent stalking incidents, I decided to go show up and meet this guy with a friend.
My friend and I were at Starbucks already when a guy an inch taller than I am approached us. His eyes lit up and gave me a firm handshake I thought my right hand was crushed. I ordered cranberry juice and he ordered the same, too. Scary. I eventually had to ask him jokingly, “Do you have UTI, too?”
We talked about careers, trips abroad, and our families. He painted a picture of a nice guy and a responsible family man in need of a woman he could walk down the aisle. To scare him, I told him I have two big and tall brothers and I am such a busy career person. But he did not seem to mind it and mentioned about a pre-nup. I wondered if he had relations with this overwhelmingly persistent dentist I had dated years ago.
Out of the blue, he mentioned about his habit of leaving his family without letting them know of his whereabouts, I saw that as an opportunity to shut the deal off. I told him explicitly it was an inconsiderate act to leave people wondering and confused. He looked disappointed I didn’t see it as dramatic as he wanted it to be.
I think I popped his bubble with that blunt statement that he told me how he hated feminists. In his eyes, I have become every guy’s nightmare the moment I spoke my mind out.
That was the end of my one-hour weekend date with Teacher and I never heard from him since them. Which, by the way, is better.
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