One of my many resolutions for 2010 was to have a boyfriend, and believe it or not I did - yes did, which means that the relationship is over. The guy was Traveller Writer. I've mentioned him before sometime earlier this year, but I decided to rebrand him as PhoJo.

We became close sometime in July after Top Gun went off to work off shore. I really felt that close friendship vibe (and nothing more) with him. We hung out alot and shared lots and lots of laughs. After a month of hanging out, he thought it would be great if we became more than friends. I initially had doubts to accept him as my boyfriend as I knew I wasn't ready to be in a relationship - or, translation, I was just not into him - but considering the fact that he had all the required criterias of a boyfriend - funny, nice, sweet and smart, I agreed to try to be in a relationship with him.

I remembered giving him a How-I-Want-The-Relationship-To-Be guide and of course, he agreed to it. After the first week, he started being over protective,  annoying, immature, controlling and insecure; I realized that I just couldn't stand to be with him. I just didn't want to deal with the drama and cluttered my mind with unnecessary emotions.

I broke up with him through Google Talk as I saw him online that night after officially being together for two weeks. He couldn't stop writing mean things bout me and related it to my past relationships and my job. It was hurtful, but hey, at least it was over between the both of us. Then came the post break up bugging - he would always manage to find his way to annoy me. It was just effing annoying and irritating that I just wanted to shout to his face that I was just not into him and just cause he really liked me it didn't me that I liked him as much as he liked me. (But of course I didn't.)

Thankfully, it's over now. He's now stopped contacting me.

I should've followed my instinct which was I knew that things aren't gonna work out between me and him cause I was just not feeling any spark with him. and that I was just interested to be more than friends with him. Instead, I had to consider the fact that on paper, he had all the required criteria that a girl would need in a boyfriend and decided to give it a try. Well, at least I tried and I achieved one of my resolutions for this year. =D

As I was hanging out at a cafe with one of my girlfriends, my phone rang. It was from an unsaved number and so I presumed it would be a call regarding work - it's been my habit  lately to presume that calls from unknown numbers are work related calls as I don't give out my number easily. So I answered the call; it was a guy and he sounded chirpy as if we've known each other for quite sometime. The conversation went a little bit like this:

Me: Hello.

Caller: Hello! Hi! How are you? (Sounding as friendly as he could be)

Me: I'm good.

Caller: You're free to talk?

Me: Who's this?

Caller: You don't know me?

Me: No, I don't. Who is this? (I sounded annoyed cause he didn't answer who he was the first time)

Caller: Oh..it's ok then. (Somehow he sounded humiliated and bummed out that I didn't recognized his voice)

And he hung up.

I sat there feeling rather confused; it felt like it was a conversation that I had some 10 or 11 years ago, when I was still a teenager. Of course when this kind of conversation happened back then it was kinda cute and exciting, but it happening now was just plain annoying. And as a result of feeling annoyed, I texted him and asked again who he was, but he didn't reply. I was unsatisfied.

I had a gut feeling that the caller must've been someone I knew cause he was talking to me with such a comfortable and laid back tone. His tone definitely added up to my curiousity to find out who he was. So I stared at the number for merely 20 seconds. And suddenly, ding dong! All the digits seemed so familiar. "I think I know whose number this is!" I said to my friend who was sitting across me and browsing about her year-end London trip.I don't think she bothered to respond.

I quickly took out my note book (that I carried around for meetings) and flipped through the pages rapidly until I found the matching number scribbled next to the name of its owner. And there it was, next to the number was the name of the guy who had given me hope, the guy whom I fell head over heels for, and the guy who had crushed my heart. I was almost breathless to find that my instinct was right. The number did belong to Tree Hugger.

I went a bit haywire at first. But as soon as I digested the fact that it was Tree Hugger who had called me a while ago, I felt so proud of myself. So, so proud! You should've listened to his voice before he hung up - he sounded humiliated! Doesn't matter if he already has an ugly ass girlfriend, I still felt like as if I've won. Big time. Clap your hands for me, readers!

I called him back later but he didn't answer (still humiliated I guess) and so I texted him saying that I now know who he was and explained to him that I had switched to a new phone, which of course I didn't. He said he called to wish me happy belated birthday.(Awwwww!)

Funny how it took me months to get completely over him, but with just one phone call, he managed to get back in. This time it won't be for long though.

In a city where there are more than 2 million population and a possibilty of bumping into all types of men - tall, handsome, rich, cocky, ignorant, prick, vain - the category of men I assume we would least want to bump into are; one - ex-boyfriends (of whom we had a bad break up with), two - guys (or assholes) who broke our heart, and three - guys that we ditched for stupid reasons (its the guilt!).

Last Friday night, while in an attempt to watch whatever movie was available at the cinema at that time, I bumped into someone from category three. His name is Ash. I was a bit sturtled in the first place, but I got over it. But how ironic is this, I actually went out with Ash at this time last year and I remember I ditched him a few days before my birthday - I thought he was too clingy -. Luckily he was cool bout the whole past situation, we exchanged a few lines of decent conversation and he also introduced me to his girlfriend.

So after this incident, deep in the back of my mind, I can't help but wonder (a la Carrie Bradshaw), is the universe maybe trying to send me some kind of message? If it is, I'm interpreting the sign as; I will end up with one of the guys I have dated. Well, it does make sense cause at the moment I am kinda seeing two of the guys I went out with before. Hah!

Okay, it sounds very silly, but hey, things happen for a reason, right? Right?

For those who are wondering what ever happened to Top Gun, he's now in the middle of the sea. Work. Two months. Last I met him was a month ago. We still talked after that, but didn't go out - the World Cup occupied our time - and I'm pretty sure that that last month would be the last time I'd ever see him.

In my opinion, I think, Top Gun was the simplest date ever. No complications at all. I felt like we both dated to fill in each others time without putting much hope and expectation in each other and also had some fun along the way. No emotional ending, no bitter ending, just 'I'll be off shore for two months'.

It's as simple as that (Kid Cudi style!).

It's World Cup season again girls! And I tell you, this is the best time to get to know the hottest, cutest, most goodlooking football players. Like any others, I've been busy watching matches of my all time favorite team (Spain) and newly favorite teams (Argentina, Japan, New Zealand) as well as other big football nations. And it has been fun!

So, since its World Cup, I think it'll be a no date month again, well it has been so far, but it's ok, cause I get to catch up with the game as well! In other words, I get to date a different groups of guys from different parts of the world everynight =D

Viva Espana!!!

Weddings; the happiest days of ones life. It's the ceremony that symbolizes ones true love towards another, the ceremony that unites friends and families together as well as the ceremony that just leaves a huge hole in your account. Although weddings is THE day that one might have dreamt of since they were a child, to me it's just one of those events that gives me misery and doubts and adds up to my confusion. I'm not against it, but I just can't avoid feeling sad and depressed after attending one.

As a single gal, I'm actually pretty happy with my life and achievements so far; a job I love with a not so bad pay, fantastic and fabulous girlfriends who are always there for me, caring family and an endless supply of shoes and cd's. The only thing I'm missing is real love from a guy I can call my boyfriend. And as you all know, from my hookups and dating scenario so far, it seems that I'm far away from getting one. And  that's why I can feel the sucky feeling crawling into my heart and brain each time I get back from a wedding.

I am by no means against weddings. Nope, not at all. As a matter of fact, I still (dreadfully) attend my friends' weddings. Single and dateless, I still make it to those weddings with a (fake) smile on my face, sitting with the other couples and listen to them yap away about their upcoming wedding or engagement or family planning. Well, I can still take that. What I hate is when people start asking me when it would be my turn to get married, or when will I settle down with a proper boyfriend or worse, why I'm still single (with a sad sympathetic look at me of course).

Logically, the answer to all the questions would be 'why the hell do you care, we're not even that close anyways' (I swear the people who are close to me don't really ask me those questions cause they've seen how many ugly and horrendous frogs I've kissed in my journey to find my prince charming). But, being the polite gal that I am, I usually just say 'you'll know when I'm getting married when I send you the card', and they will laugh it off like its the funniest joke ever. Ugh. And the answer to why I'm still single is always 'I don't know'.

These people make me feel that being single is the saddest thing on the planet. As I've sad, I am happy with my life even though I'm single. Some people just don't get that and they will give me the pity look and try to make me feel better (but end up in making me feel worse) by saying 'he'll come to you soon'. Yeah, of course, they know, I should believe them. Boo-hoo.

You see, all these questions and the bright smile carved on the faces of the bride and groom somehow (evil-ly) manage to make me feel sad. I call it the after wedding effect. I start sinking myself with all the ridiculous questions like 'when will I find the right guy?' and 'why do I always date jerks/idiots/guys with issues?' and 'how many more of this shit do I have to go through till I find my guy?'. I know, it's so unhealthy to clutter my mind with all these questions. But I just can't help it. That's why I said that weddings give me misery! I don't know why I still bother going.

*Sigh

Prior to attending the weddings I can honestly confirm that I'm okay with being single; I have friends, I can buy what I want, I know I can rely and depend on myself and I still go on dates because I believe that's what I have to go through to find love, even though it's going through a series of idiots (also because I know I have my lovely friends to turn to bash about it). So, yeah, actually being single is not that bad, just try to avoid going to weddings.

P/S: I attended 3 weddings in row from Friday to Sunday, so please excuse my whining =)

Girls, I think you're with me when I say that too much info on a date kinda spoils it all.

I have never gone out with a guy that tells me how picky he is in his choice of women until my third date with Top Gun last  last Wednesday. Somehow, it turned out to be a rather inneresting date.

So, while we were waiting for our movie, we hung out at one of the near by bars for drinks. We started talking and laughing, but then I realized where the conversation was going. Top Gun was literally telling/listing me the type of girls he usually prefers and the type of girls he avoids. Yes, sure, we all have our own preferences when it comes to men or women, but I don't think it's necessary to tell that to your date cause it subconsciously, it creates this inner self doubt within the recipient (in this case it's me!).

On top of describing his preference in women (ie; hygienic, understanding, not too clingy and needy, perfect ass, has high family values) he also bragged about his sex life. Yes, his sex life. Who does that, right? He went on and on about his sexual history and the women he's slept with (no names mentioned, just descriptions) and why/how it ended. If a friend were to tell me all this, I wouldn't mind at all, but all that coming from a guy I'm going out with, I think its a bit too much. Not that it triggers my insecurities, but I just think it's unnecessary.

Well, lucky the movie was awesome and that we watched it one of the best theatres which had cozy seats and blankets and all. I really enjoyed it, that it kind of covered all the crap talk that he gave. We went on a fourth date this week. More action than talk this time. PS 3 (or something), what else were you thinking?! *sneaky smile

I just need to say this though, Top Gun, he's hmm... rather mysterious. I don't really get him, even after all the TMI (and action). I only have a good time with him when I'm with him, and when I'm not, I feel that he is so distant. Does that mean anything? Hmm...

Last Wednesday, I went out for ice cream with Top Gun. I swear I was so nervous at first cause a friend said that I didn't look fresh - of course I didn't  cause I didn't bring along the tools to make myself look prettier, my makeup - and so I had to do what any girl would do in this kind of emergency; flaunt whatever I think is my best asset, in my case, I feel like its my legs. I put on my favorite wedges, applied some lipstick, fixed my flowy hair, braved myself, and went to meet the guy. I saw from afar as he was approaching me that he was so well groomed (perfectly ironed white shirt, a pair of khakis and white shoes) that I felt like an ugly chicken. But as soon as I saw the the smile on his face as he was walking towards me, I felt more confident with myself.

So we chose our flavors and sat and chatted all the way about all sorts of stuff, and i secretly tingled with joy when he said 'we have alot of of things in common'. We then moved to nearby bar and continued chatting bout other stuff. And I coud sense it, I felt sparks flying across my head.

Haven't felt this way for so long. And I think that I might like him. But (yes, there's always a but when it comes to me) to me, this feeling is kinda scary, cause it puts me in a position where I am surrounded with unnecessary questions; you know, the does-he-like-me-or-not and why-hasn't-he-called-me kinda thing, its so not fun. Sigh.

As you might or might not know, I'm not putting much hope on him. Cause as much as I'm really feeling him, I don't think that it's the same case with him. I'm not getting the vibe from him; no calls, sms or whatever crap. And according to the 'He's Just Not That Into You' book, if he likes me, he should've been doin all that.

Ah well, guess there's nothing for me to do then cross my finger and hmmm... hope for the best?

No, I'm not gonna talk about the movie, but I just wanna let y'all know that last Tuesday I went out on a movie date with Top Gun. Well actually I was looking forward to watch the movie with someone else, but yeah, that didn't work out, so I went to watch it with Top Gun.

Hmm, after that date I'm not really sure if he's into me. Sign's showing that he's not. It's a bit disappointing cause I thought he was alright the first time I met him. Maybe it was the alcohol (in him of course). Ah well, better I figure it out sooner rather than later!

So roll in the next guy! =D