He's Just Not That.
Watched He's Just Not That Into You last Friday with typershark and mamsyeb. Hilarious! I enjoyed it immensely. Mostly because it reminded me so much of college, and the string of not-that-into-me and not-that-into-him so-called relationships I had back then. There was a part where a man comes up to Jennifer Aniston and introduces himself as a wiccan. Oh my lore, I laughed out loud alone in the cinema because, well, yeah. Hahahahhahahaha!!! That went down in the books as probably THE worst date in my life. For the record though, it wasn't because he was a wiccan. But, well, I just wasn't into him. At all.
I remember this guy in college, let's call him R. We met on the first week of freshman year, and immediately hit it off. Or rather, he immediately asked for my number and started calling (wala pang text nun. hah!). And soon we were together all the time and holding hands, and being sweet or whatever, we weren't boyfriend and girlfriend but he kept asking me and I kept saying not yet. I wanted to introduce him to my parents first. He would have been my first, if ever. Anyway, after two months, or so, can't really remember how long, of being HHWW in public (even my parents heard about us, from a family friend who spotted us in Ateneo), he left for a weekend in Baguio. While he's away, I missed him and decided to just go for it and be his girlfriend. When he came back, he ttold me he liked somebody else and wanted us to still be friends.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I remember we had this talk at the UP chapel right before a Math exam. Hayyy college.
Henihoo, it's just as well he was never my boyfriend. It was weird, having broken up with someone you were never with, but after that I realized I missed the holding hands more than the guy himself so it didn't take me long to get over him. And to our credit, we never really stopped being friends, we just never became close until we drifted apart and the friendship died a natural death.
The fun part about the story is months later, I learn who the "other girl" is, from the girl herself. She's my friend and if she reads this she'll know I'm talking about her. So, let's call her L. R liked me first. And then later realized he liked L, who is his blockmate. So after a week or so of being with me during the day and then spending endless hours on the phone with L at night, he finally told me he liked L better. At this point I'm out of the picture. So after that he told L he had feelings for her. L panicked because she liked P, who was, at the time, R's best friend, and she knew that if P knew R liked her, she would never have a chance at being with P. So she confesses her feelings to P, and it turned out, he reciprocated and L and P were girlfriend and boyfriend for... hm, maybe a year or two. That's long in college life. And R ended up with no one. Hay. Well, for that matter, so did I, but in the end it was his loss.
So, that was a classic case. In the beginning, it was me who was't That into him, but later when I became into him, he wasn't anymore. Ganun talaga. Sorry na lang. Actually, I figured out the whole "revolutionary idea" back in college, but I called it, he doesn't like/love me enough. Like, he likes me enough to pick me up from all my classes, but not enough to make me his girlfriend. He loves me enough to introduce me to his grandmother, but not enough to work out our differences and keep on being my boyfriend. Something like that. And then it's up to me to decide, is my love for this guy bigger than my self-respect? Or am I willing to be treated shabbily, basta kami pa rin? In the end, even if sometimes the decision is made for me, I always love myself more than my love for the guy.
That is, until I met Mike. He said from the beginning he never wanted to get married. So when I ask myself, is my love for him bigger than my desire to be married? And it was always yes. And apparenty his love for me was also bigger than his reluctance to wed because here we are, three years and two babies later, looking forward to the rest of our lives.
I remember this guy in college, let's call him R. We met on the first week of freshman year, and immediately hit it off. Or rather, he immediately asked for my number and started calling (wala pang text nun. hah!). And soon we were together all the time and holding hands, and being sweet or whatever, we weren't boyfriend and girlfriend but he kept asking me and I kept saying not yet. I wanted to introduce him to my parents first. He would have been my first, if ever. Anyway, after two months, or so, can't really remember how long, of being HHWW in public (even my parents heard about us, from a family friend who spotted us in Ateneo), he left for a weekend in Baguio. While he's away, I missed him and decided to just go for it and be his girlfriend. When he came back, he ttold me he liked somebody else and wanted us to still be friends.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I remember we had this talk at the UP chapel right before a Math exam. Hayyy college.
Henihoo, it's just as well he was never my boyfriend. It was weird, having broken up with someone you were never with, but after that I realized I missed the holding hands more than the guy himself so it didn't take me long to get over him. And to our credit, we never really stopped being friends, we just never became close until we drifted apart and the friendship died a natural death.
The fun part about the story is months later, I learn who the "other girl" is, from the girl herself. She's my friend and if she reads this she'll know I'm talking about her. So, let's call her L. R liked me first. And then later realized he liked L, who is his blockmate. So after a week or so of being with me during the day and then spending endless hours on the phone with L at night, he finally told me he liked L better. At this point I'm out of the picture. So after that he told L he had feelings for her. L panicked because she liked P, who was, at the time, R's best friend, and she knew that if P knew R liked her, she would never have a chance at being with P. So she confesses her feelings to P, and it turned out, he reciprocated and L and P were girlfriend and boyfriend for... hm, maybe a year or two. That's long in college life. And R ended up with no one. Hay. Well, for that matter, so did I, but in the end it was his loss.
So, that was a classic case. In the beginning, it was me who was't That into him, but later when I became into him, he wasn't anymore. Ganun talaga. Sorry na lang. Actually, I figured out the whole "revolutionary idea" back in college, but I called it, he doesn't like/love me enough. Like, he likes me enough to pick me up from all my classes, but not enough to make me his girlfriend. He loves me enough to introduce me to his grandmother, but not enough to work out our differences and keep on being my boyfriend. Something like that. And then it's up to me to decide, is my love for this guy bigger than my self-respect? Or am I willing to be treated shabbily, basta kami pa rin? In the end, even if sometimes the decision is made for me, I always love myself more than my love for the guy.
That is, until I met Mike. He said from the beginning he never wanted to get married. So when I ask myself, is my love for him bigger than my desire to be married? And it was always yes. And apparenty his love for me was also bigger than his reluctance to wed because here we are, three years and two babies later, looking forward to the rest of our lives.