Noong mga January ngayong 2011, nasa Facebook ako, nag-aadd lang nga mga babaeng cute sa mga friends list ng mga kaibigan ko. Doon ko na meet ang babaeng itatago nalang natin sa palayaw na “V”.
Si V ay mas cute kaysa maganda, pero kaakit-akit parin. Yung tipong alam mong may natatagong kulo sa loob. Nagaaral sa ekslusibong unibersidad sa Katipunan (obvious ba kung alin yun?) pero may isa siyang malupit na sikreto.
Anyway, long story short ay naging close kami ni V, and eventually nagmeet sa totoong buhay and after a while ay lumabas na rin ang kaniyang kwento. Ang kaniyang buhay na taliwas sa lahat ng pagkakakilala ng tao sakanya.
Nakuha ko ang kaniyang paalam na i-post ang kwento niya dito; as long as ma-maintain yung anonymity niya. Actually, siya nagsulat nito from her own accounts and following yung conversation namin nung una itong lumabas. Ako lang ang taga-share sa inyo, kaya paumanhin nalang kung medyo nosebleed. First language niya kasi ang English and onti lang binago ko dito mula sa original niyang pagsusulat dahil gusto ko ma-maintain yung integriy ng story at dahil gusto ko din ma-emphasize sa mga mambabasa yung contrast between yung klaseng tao niya at yung mga ginagawa niya.
Maniwala man kayo o hindi, isa itong true-to-life story (according to V). Hindi ko maveverify yung mga actual events dahil nangyari ito bago ko pa man siya makilala, pero naniniwala ako sakanya. Kayo nalang bahala kung maniniwala kayo or hindi, pero kahit ano pa ang mangyari ay isa itong magandang kwento na I’m sure ay malilibugan kayo.
Anyway, without further adieu, ang kwento ng isang honest-to-goodness, true-to-life nymphomaniac. Ang kwento ni V.
Paano nagsimula? Hmm..wow. Good question. I don’t really remember much na. Actually I don’t remember much talaga from that night haha.
Okay let’s see. I wouldn’t say naman na I was particularly slutty growing up. Wala namang indicators that I would end up like this. I was pretty normal. Grew up in a good family with a sister a year and a half younger than I was. My parents were both very successful professionals, so we lived in a nice house in an exclusive subdivision and went to school in an exclusive all-girls high school along Katipunan, and eventually to university right next door. I knew how to have fun, but I was good in class. I’d party but I wasn’t wild. I was makulit, perky, and have never a wallflower but I wasn’t a troublemaker din. In short, I was a pretty popular girl, but never the type to give my parents any headaches.
I’d probably rate myself significantly above average in terms of looks pero not naman drop-dead gorgeous. I was more pretty and cute than beautiful, but I kept in shape by working out, jogging, dieting, and yoga. On a scale of one to ten, I’d rate my body siguro a 9. The last one point was more genetic (I’m not tall) than from a lack of maintenance. I got plenty of male attention, sure, but among the prettiest girls in my school I wasn’t in the Top 10. Top 20, maybe. Possibly Top 15 or Top 12. So yeah, I wasn’t super woah grabe, but I got my fair share of male attention.
In terms of boys, hmmmm. I was friendly without being flirtatious, as in yung hindi mo talagang mapapagkamalan na malandi. I’ve had two boyfriends. I started dating in second year high school. I went to second base that year at a party, and then third base and all the way with my first boyfriend in third year. He was my batch, from the neighboring school. We broke up after around 8 months and then I got together with my second boyfriend, who was a couple of years older than I was, the summer before going into college. We’re still together, he’s still clueless.
Sex…hahaha yeah. Sex. I enjoy my sex, I do. But I was also never the type to actively look for it. Well, until now lang. Prior to sometime last year, I’d only ever had sex with my boyfriends. Kahit na finger lang, no, only with them talaga. At most, at parties I’d make out and then sometimes they’d grope my butt or my boobs, but I never let them get any further. Kahit papano, at that point, I had principles. Or so I thought.
In other words, back then, I was normal. Hindi mo talagang maiisip na I’d do the things I’d do. Wala talagang indicators that, well, I’m a kind of nymphomaniac. A sex addict.
Actually until now wala namang indicators na I’m like this eh; I’m still the same. My personality is still the same, I still have the same friends, I live the same life. But yeah – may additiona…