But it gets lonely. You arrive home lucky from traffic at 8, if hapless at midnight, you’ve had an exhausting day, you open your door, it’s a dark and empty room. You’ve had so much from the day and you just wanna have someone to talk about it, to agree with how crazy people are! How millennials are so entitled! How you cannot joke around about a ngongo or an unano because one twat that isn’t ngongo or unano will get offended! Someone to greet you, to kiss, to hug, to exist in your 50sqm empty room.. but it’s all air and boxes, papers and drawers.
Tapos kumulo yung tyan mo, gutom ka pero ayaw mo magluto para sa isang tao, because it is gonna get so fucking messy sa maliit mong kusina and it is just too much to do, too much to clean for a meal for 1. So you decide to grab 1 chilimansi pancit canton to eat. 1 PANCIT CANTON EATEN BY 1 PERSON, tangina, ang lungkot non. Yung sarap ng pancit canton nasa pagaagawan don sa mas seasoned na parte ng pancit, tapos ikaw kakainin mo pati yung hindi naseason na part, tangina.
Other than living alone, I also travel a lot. My Instagram is just like a collection of the Philippine’s best places to go to (not to brag), but the downside is having no one to share how beautiful these places are, how authentic the dishes tastes, other than what I can put up on social media there’s no one right in front of me I can share this experience with. Well ya, you can always hit up anybody nearby by posting a status on facebook that youre a free fuck, but it’s so goddamn empty.
So this year, I made it my new year’s resolution to open my legs only to guy(s) *grins* I can connect with. Someone of substance not just the guy I use for his dick, someone I can agree to disagree with, someone without prejudice. Pretty impossible in this time of age right?
OR IS IT?
But don’t get me wrong, I’m not outright looking for love. I’m not one to commit my life to someone, as I’m committed to a 150 more people in my business. I’m up for the experience, I’m up for the company. Selfish? You could say that. But it could be pretty convenient with a guy with a lot of time in his hand. Right? And hell we just ride the journey, and who knows where it will take us.
So I post statuses on facebook, It was like an open invitation to either get screwed or screwed over. It goes like this
“Anyone in (city)? Sex (free)? Inbox me your photo and asl” from there I get potential partner(s).
Pero puta dudumugin ka ng kargador, construction worker at bangkero. Aawayin ka pa, sasabihing bakla ka may std, aida, hiv, amoy patis ang kiki, poser at ultimately mamatay ka nang paasa ka!
Luhh, grabe sila. Ang akala nila ang kipay ko open parking kahit sino pwedeng pumarada, tapos darating silang parang rumaragasang titi makaaksidente pa kayo mga kuya! Sabagay, ako rin naman kasi tong di nagiisip ng mabuti sa totoo lang eh. So.. peace tayo mga Kya!!
Until one day, this one friend told me, “Alam mo since nagrerequire ka ng face photo, bakit hindi ka na lang mag dummy account sa tinder, uso na yon ngayon, just indicate na youre down to fuck. tapos maging specific ka sa kung anong gusto mo, para yun ang makamatch mo.”
Eh madali ako kausap, kasi oo nga naman, kesa nagsstatus ako sa facebook bilang isang libreng puta, dito na lang nga sa tinder, atleast yung makakamatch ko, alam kong gusto ko na, nakita ko na itsura ng mukha eh. Hindi naman ako sobrang ganda, sobrang puti, sobrang sexy o sobrang tangos ng ilong. Pero cute ako, sabi nila mahinhin raw ako tignan sa personal pero nakakaintimidate kapag hindi nagsasalita, hindi raw ako landiin material. So at the end of the day gumawa si nini ng tinder account.
I placed up a pretty interesting bio, I tried to be as specific as possible. Pero nakakatamad pala mag swipe left and right ha, kahit mga pogi naman. So what I did is I registered for tinder gold (this is not a paid ad). It’s so convenient! You boost your profile, then you can see who liked you, then you choose from there, Im pretty much liking the process. But a day into it, pota ampopogi nga ambobobo naman. ‘Hi’ ‘hello’ ‘hey’ at ‘sex?’ lang ang alam, To narrow it down, I unmatched all 1 liners.
Then come Ariel’s message, he brought me to his thought process, on how and why he swiped right. I placed there that I write for this website, given it’s just a dummy profile, people don’t really look up the website if they don’t know it, but this guy even made an account! that’s like 10 points. idk how legit that is, we’ll find out if he reads this. *grins*
After a few wit and banter Friday, we’re down to meeting on a Sunday.
(Hindi talaga ako free ng Sunday. Almost always I’m not free ng weekends, but I told this guy that Sunday is workable. Usually my free day is Friday, kasi yun ang coding day ko, so yun ang knconsider kong rest day.)
I’m a strike while the iron is hot person, if you don’t meet me the first week or month of the first time you got my attention there’s a very slim chance of meeting me to fuck, but im always down to meeting new friends.
Saturday night I went out drinking with friends from my dummy account, actually writers and readers of p** and fss. I got home it was already Sunday morning 4am, I was checking my schedule for day and cancelling our appointments last minute and delegating tasks, so I don’t have to run a lot of errands, but there’s one left no one can absorb.
It’s 5am and I dunno if I should send this message to know if we’re pushing thru to meet, baka kasi magmukha akong control freak or masyadong needy kasi who texts at 5am before a meet up!! But I have to, kesa naman I don’t polish my day. So okay, I sent this message at 5:08 in the morning. Natulog na ako pero I was up by 10, I know, my body clock sucks. He replied 10:58, so we’re now meeting at 1pm!
I wore a black floral midi wrap around dress, a nice panty and of course pads just in case I get so wet para di nakakahiya kasi im just really DTF since I haven’t had one for a while (panty liner para fresh ang pipi kapag kinain), paired with white slip ons. Midi is calf length, prude.
1pm I got a message
Ariel : Okay, so Im here. This place is huge ahaha
Nakapasok siya ng gate even without…