The weekend

My weekend was not at all a mirror of what my previous week was like. Saturday M. arrived and i invited him along with me to Martin's birthday party. It would be the first time that he'd meet my friends en force, and i thought that would be the perfect time. Contrary to what he thinks I dont at all think he'd be comfortable in the prayer meeting setting. Of course he'd go, for my sake, because that's just the kind of person he is. but he wouldn't enjoy it. I also didn't want his first impression on my friends to be one that isn't idyllic. I don't exactly remember what time we got there, us gettin glost along the way. but it was okay. The first person we saw there was martin himself and that kind of set the tone. Introductions just happened left and right, until we finally enconsed ourself in our table and wrapped ourselves with the familiar. Ate Kathy and I were catching up once more, and it helped that those special to us had something in common: photography.

The next day would be Hagibis Reunion at our house. while grocery shopping my mom did something unusual, she extended an invitation to M. to come to the house for dinner. That's a very big big okay sign because my mom has never really done that to any of my brother's girl friends. If i recall this correctly. Of course M. went and that really made my night. there was an initial uncomfortable moment between him and Ivan, but that was to be expected. What i didn't expect however was the immediate sizing up of my titas and titos. It was kind of sweet of them actually. For them to look out for me this way. They've practically raised me in their own little ways, and they've known me all my life. Consensus however was that M. was and is a very good boy. He didn't stay long because he had to get home to his mom, but the few moments he was there was a really sweet and endearing gesture.

Monday was our day. Since I didnt have school I opted to spend the entire day with him. After the IBM interview I drove to his house in Magallanes for lunch and a movie. Stayed until dinner actually. It's the few moments that I'd had with him this weekend, a few in comparison to the amount of time he's away, i felt at home. I have never really had a relationship you would classify as normal. Ivan and I was illegal. The next one was as well. And now M. and I, well in so many levels it doesn't belong to the status quo. but this one feels like home. fells so blessedly normal, yet extraordinarily great. the funny thing is people don't understand the way we act. some don't accept us. the way we've come to be. but it no longer matters to me. i used to really go out of the way to change people's opinions. and that was a downward spiral to disappointment. now i just let them be. it's M and I against the world. as he has always said. and i believe him. last night, before driving home, he gave me a set of books to read. to beef up on my leadership and management literary repertoire and I found it so adorable of him. he's been one of the few person who have nourished me as a person. the other one would be ate kathy. he knows the value of improvement, a value that has become important to me as well. and for that I am grateful. things are a constant whirlwind with him, but a whirlwind of change is not necessarily bad.

i read who moved my cheese today. and it reminds me of the changes that have come in my life because of one man. I no longer hem and haw, but sniff and scurry. :)

love you dreamer.