dates?

so yes my love life has been down on the dumps lately. and yes i wanted to know if i could think about a man "that" way after all the crap i felt with joven. so when rey invited to go to the BEYONCE concert after a bit of hesitation i said yes.

rey has always been steady company. you didnt have to feel awkward with him and feel like you have to pull on a show. he picked me up, he met my parent and after the initial tension we were on our way. for something i had no expectations for, i had a blast. we were laughing all the way there talking about the most mundane of things and just enjoying each other's company. no matter how much i would want to say it wasnt a date, i'm pretty sure others would think it was one. and after being out of the dating-coz-im-sorta-single scene for a long time, it was refreshing. yes i was nervous. the normal questions like "what should i wear?", "do i look hot?", "what should i say?", "is this enough make up?", etc were in my head. to the point that i was still changing outfits 30mins before he was supposed to pick me up. i was nut case, that my brother was laughing. he was saying "yihee cuenca!". hay naku! younger brothers i think were equipped with this, wait till he gets a girl friend.

we arrived in the fort area an hour before the concert. around 6pm? [OKAY FOR ALL THOSE WHO WANT THE NITTY GRITTY ILL TRY TO SPILL OUT FOR YOU HERE OKAY?] we havent eaten yet so we decided to scour high street before hitting the open field. we walked, damn did we walk! we couldnt find a nice place to eat that didnt have a lot of people. so we ended up eating pasta in seatle's best. by this time gian had called alongside other members of the youth. so im guessing everyone on saturday might know this little secret of mine. so we ordered, he had ametriciana and i had pesto. while eating rey goes "i dont know if this is a joke..." and then he showed me gian's text " i think she wants to kiss you..". in my head i wanted to kill gian for putting thoughts into his head, by verbally i said "he's joking." i checked my own phone and true enough gian sent a similar text. but the funny thing he wasnt the only one creating havoc that night. alongside gian, leo and ivan texted. leo was a bit more blatant (guard you carnal treasure" while ivan was being the best friend that he is " by have fun in the concert. but not too much fun. play hard to get.really hard to get... :)". talk about guardian angels!

after dinner we finally headed out to the concert area. on the while there, amidst giggles, we see a guy in a black car waving at us. only to find that it was martin Gonzalez and bea in their car looking for a parking spot. we waved back and went on our way. we found our spot, hoping to see a clear view of the stage but just in case there was a big ass screen in front of us. the front line act was this rapper guy named picasso (?) who was really weird. rey decided to make him gago buy acting all ghetto and ghangsta. [which i didnt like but...i made him do his thang.] when beyonce came out it was really something. i dont think you'll see that kind of special effects from local artists. i totally drooled over the male dancers. if jocel was there, all those men would put "laglag panty" to shame because these dancers were more laglag panty and oogle friendly if you know what i mean. hahaha we tried dancing to the hip hop songs and tried singing to the senti ones. [we tried.] okay i dont know whether it was tsansing or if he really was tired but he kept leaning his head on my shoulders. he had the attack of the sinuses and i could see he was having a real hard time. but leaning on my shoulder?? is this the new way of trying to hold someone's hand? but i liked it better when he tried swaying me. it wasnt that weird. i dont know. i usually like the physical stuff you know kisses and hugs. but i think last night was too soon. the leaning on my shoulder was pushing it, but the swaying..hmmm...it reached a 3 out of 10 in the kilig scale. hihi [ insert blushing smiley here.] i havent been kilig for the longest time, god knows, but at that moment it felt great knowing im not headed for lesbianism. [im still attracted to guys!]

the drive home was even more hilarious. he hit his head on the window trying to sneeze and his colds were making it hard for him to breathe. he looked adorable. and i was scared, i didnt know if he was fit to drive us back to alabang. we decided to go to starbucks madrigal after the concert so he could get something hot for his colds. we went and it was even more kwentuhan. it was intimate not in the physical sense [damn your dirty minds] but it was as if we were storytelling what our lives were like before meeting each other. he's the only child, i'm the oldest, he wants to stay in college, i want to work, he's leaving for the states, i see myself staying in the philippines. stuff like that. and its nice to find someone i could talk to. i thrive on conversations. and thats how my "beyonce experience" ended.

a beso. goodnight. take care. drive safe. thank you.

i was off to bed.