Pink Triangles
It's the strangest love triangle I've been in. An eight-year old girl, let's call her Nene, has this massive crsuh on, hold on to your seats now, a nineteen-year old girl, let's call her Babae. I mean, huge huge lovestruck admiration. Babae has already received numerous gifts from Nene, like bracelets and rings, plus a love note handwritten in that awkward second grade script on a stationery pad saying Nene sees Babae in her dreams all the time. It's the oddest lesbian longing I've seen in my lifetime so far. Young girl falls for older girl. The stuff of indie moviemaking.
Reminds me of me when I was eight. I had a crush on a boy about my age. My first ever. Makes me think, maybe we put too much emphasis on adolescence as the period of growing up. Maybe, in fact, eight is the age wherein we discover our sexuality, not during puberty. Something the psychologists should probably look into. Anyway.
So yesterday, Nene harbored a rage-like resentment for me because supposedly, Babae has a crush on me. Nene made sinister eye contact with me, the kind those kanto boys make when they want to start a fight. I was also told that Nene cried when she saw Babae and I shake hands. Nene is actually a pretty kid, lovely eyes, but she's such a tomboy. Her hair is trimmed in a nice clean boys' cut.
To cheer her up, I told her I already have a girlfriend so you shouldn't be jealous. That did the trick. She beamed instantly and we hi-fived. We're pals now, hehe.
Babae's friends say it's true, that Babae indeed has a crush on me. They also say Babae thinks I have a crush on her. Yeah, right. She's not bad, has that womanly appeal, but hello, wrong equipment. They tease us, and when they all conspirated to leave the two of us alone (such a juvenile trick, if you ask me), I called Nene and I told her, "ilalakad kita." Haha. I sat her between Babae and me, and I did the talking for her. For an agressive little paramour, she was shy and aw-shucks sweet. But of course. How would she know what to do if she's only eight years old. She couldn't say a word to her object of affection, even if she was right there beside her, and instead whispered to me the things she wanted to say.
So. How does this triangle end? Out of sight, out of mind. I think, years from now, when Nene has metamorphosed into a full-blown dyke, she will wonder what she saw in Babae.
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Pink triangle number 2 involves me and two guys. I'll write that story later.
Reminds me of me when I was eight. I had a crush on a boy about my age. My first ever. Makes me think, maybe we put too much emphasis on adolescence as the period of growing up. Maybe, in fact, eight is the age wherein we discover our sexuality, not during puberty. Something the psychologists should probably look into. Anyway.
So yesterday, Nene harbored a rage-like resentment for me because supposedly, Babae has a crush on me. Nene made sinister eye contact with me, the kind those kanto boys make when they want to start a fight. I was also told that Nene cried when she saw Babae and I shake hands. Nene is actually a pretty kid, lovely eyes, but she's such a tomboy. Her hair is trimmed in a nice clean boys' cut.
To cheer her up, I told her I already have a girlfriend so you shouldn't be jealous. That did the trick. She beamed instantly and we hi-fived. We're pals now, hehe.
Babae's friends say it's true, that Babae indeed has a crush on me. They also say Babae thinks I have a crush on her. Yeah, right. She's not bad, has that womanly appeal, but hello, wrong equipment. They tease us, and when they all conspirated to leave the two of us alone (such a juvenile trick, if you ask me), I called Nene and I told her, "ilalakad kita." Haha. I sat her between Babae and me, and I did the talking for her. For an agressive little paramour, she was shy and aw-shucks sweet. But of course. How would she know what to do if she's only eight years old. She couldn't say a word to her object of affection, even if she was right there beside her, and instead whispered to me the things she wanted to say.
So. How does this triangle end? Out of sight, out of mind. I think, years from now, when Nene has metamorphosed into a full-blown dyke, she will wonder what she saw in Babae.
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Pink triangle number 2 involves me and two guys. I'll write that story later.