meeting place

the other night, i went out on a date. no i was with someone and not just by myself. the plan was to see zombadings 1: patayin sa shokot si remington. the movie was good and funny; i won't even try to give it a review because this post is not about that.


the date was somewhat spontaneous because we only set it during lunch time. we were to meet in the mall at seven, have dinner, then see the movie. plain and simple. no sex yet no matter how well the date will go.

since i had no intention of being tardy, i arrived at the mall at exactly 6:55. the last showing was at ten so we had a lot of time to talk about things over dinner. ten minutes after seven i texted him if he was on his way. he apologized and said he was stuck in traffic so he will be late. funny he said that when in fact he was late already.

it was okay given that it was a rainy evening. to kill time i went to booksale, filbar's, neutral grounds, comic alley, comic quest. i also checked the art stores and galleries so i could fool myself that i have artist's blood running through my veins. though i would pale in comparison to lola techie, i still roamed around cyberzone to survey different gadgets.

when my feet started to complain i decided to wait for my date at a familiar coffee shop. my patience began to wane when i noticed that it was already eight-thirty. through text he explained that he was delayed by an even at their work and then the traffic at edsa. he apologized a lot of times in all fairness to him but then i was already losing interest.

he arrived some time past nine. he offered to treat me dinner which was evidently out of guilt. i was not able to prevent myself in answering nonchalantly for every basic question that he threw at me though i did manage to put up a smile. we resorted to buying food at a famous fast food chain and then had dinner at the movie house.

thank heavens i enjoyed the flick.

while waiting for his taxi, he asked if we could meet next week. i did promise to keep in touch. one not-so-good date is very forgivable. he was late. i became impatient.

i decided to ride a bus going to cubao. as i walked from farmers to gateway i checked my phone for messages. one from my date which said that i take care on my way home. another message came from a very familiar number.

i just arrived yesterday. done with work in sg. still up? will you spend the night with me?

at one thirty in the morning i was standing in the corner of dela rosa and gallardo. our meeting place.
oh yes i am that marupok.