Marketing
I was in the mall having just bought something really special. I was minding my own business, blatantly dodging these crazy credit card application folks and other leaflet givers. As I was able to avoid most of them, unfortunately I was cornered by these two overbearing Starbucks employees handing out free upsize, upshot, upwhatever leaflets. I had no choice but to take them damn brochures.
"Usable in any branch, my ass." I was mumbling in between reading.
I snaked thru Glorietta's sideways, (for I know this place like the back of my hand) hoping to avoid any other annoying agents. I made it to the Ayala wing in front of Esprit when out of the blue, there he was.
Tall, tisoy, extremely well packed. This Fil-Chinese guy was walking in front of me. he is quite hard to miss. And take note, chinoys aren't really in my list of delectable items. And so I just walked on, feigning ignorance of his presence until I had that feeling, you know, when somebody is glancing your way and you just know?
I glanced back up and this guy was looking. I glimmered a smile flashing for a fraction of a second. I thought, "Now where do I know this guy from?" "God, think!" 'He's too cute, definitely not from the office." "OMG, he's stopped.' "He's smiling and did that universal motion for homosexual encounters for 'Let's get outta here'." "What to do, what to do" "--blank--"
I just realized that I haven't even seen this guy in my entire life. And then I felt a little bit hot around the collar (I don't blush, I'm way too dark for that to even register, I just, well, get hot around the collar). He came closer and popped the question. 'Hi, I like you. Can I get your number?" Just like that. No mushy, akward pick up line. Confident and straight to the point.
So this is how it feels. So damned exhilirating. And yet,
and then...
"I'd really love to, but sorry. I'm already seeing someone."
I smiled then walked away, carrying the special box of cinammon rolls,
-his favorite.
"Usable in any branch, my ass." I was mumbling in between reading.
I snaked thru Glorietta's sideways, (for I know this place like the back of my hand) hoping to avoid any other annoying agents. I made it to the Ayala wing in front of Esprit when out of the blue, there he was.
Tall, tisoy, extremely well packed. This Fil-Chinese guy was walking in front of me. he is quite hard to miss. And take note, chinoys aren't really in my list of delectable items. And so I just walked on, feigning ignorance of his presence until I had that feeling, you know, when somebody is glancing your way and you just know?
I glanced back up and this guy was looking. I glimmered a smile flashing for a fraction of a second. I thought, "Now where do I know this guy from?" "God, think!" 'He's too cute, definitely not from the office." "OMG, he's stopped.' "He's smiling and did that universal motion for homosexual encounters for 'Let's get outta here'." "What to do, what to do" "--blank--"
I just realized that I haven't even seen this guy in my entire life. And then I felt a little bit hot around the collar (I don't blush, I'm way too dark for that to even register, I just, well, get hot around the collar). He came closer and popped the question. 'Hi, I like you. Can I get your number?" Just like that. No mushy, akward pick up line. Confident and straight to the point.
So this is how it feels. So damned exhilirating. And yet,
and then...
"I'd really love to, but sorry. I'm already seeing someone."
I smiled then walked away, carrying the special box of cinammon rolls,
-his favorite.