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THE MYSTERY MAN

I'm always fascinated to men with a slight inclination to the dark side.

Well, not so much on the dark side. I'm talking about men who always keep their time to themselves, those men who likes to stumble in the corner of the room, men who are always reserved and talks only when approached. To make it more specific, men who radiates a very mysterious aura. Mysterious men.

This is how I got my past love. He is tall, dark-haired, brown-eyed, clean shaved from the face to the supra-pubic area. Ahh, those were the Arabian Nights of my life.

Anyway, lets call this mystery man Dreamer.

Dreamer is a new student, a transferee from FEU. The first time I saw him was in one of my classes. We are classmates in 3 subjects. My eyes are feasting on him 5 days a week during daytime. He's quite tall, dark, and very handsome. He has a very kind face, has very Filipino features. Yum!

During the first week, me and my classmates were having a hard time conversing with this guy. He not just mysterious, he's also the shy type. Well, who can blame him for being different in our college, he's new student in a completely different environment.

My professors also had a hard time dealing with Dreamer. One of my professors approached our section and discussed about this new student because they don't know how to approach him. They don't know how to break his very manly barrier.

My PR skills bloomed the following day. Medyo makulit din naman kasi ako, lalu na pag ang drama mo eh pa-mysteryoso (ayun, nag-Tagalog din ako!). After our laboratory class, I asked one of my classmates to invite him sa tambayan namin sa likod for a yosi My friend had this strange look on his face.

"Naku, ayan ka na naman!"

"Eh sabi ni ma'am chikahin daw natin, para naman magkaroon ng friends yung tao."

"Rancho* mo naman siya!"

[meaning of the word "Rancho" at the end of this post]

Siyempre, nauna ako dun sa meeting place, para ma-prepare ko ang aking "first impression" gimik ko. Medyo back-out muna sa kabadingan, intelectual dapat ang arrive ko.

Ayun, kasama na ng friend ko si Dreamer.

Kunwari hindi ko siya napansin. Then..

"Hey *Dreamer*, napadpad ka sa place namin! Welcome! Ako pala si James"

N.R. siya. Shit!

"These are my friends blah blah blah.."

I caught his attention in a snap! May I seat agad ako sa tabi niya, pero not that close, na-sense kong medyo homophobic, mukhang mananapak pag magpupumilit ka. Huminay-hinay ang lolo mo.

Those short 5 minutes were something good. Gumaan naman ang loob niya sa akin at sa aking barkada. Nangigiti. Natatawa sa kalandian kong hindi niya mahalata, mga friends ko lang ang nakakahalata. So, natapos na din ang interrogation at lumipas ang ilang araw at hindi na nasundan ang aming pag-uusap. Pansin-pansinan na lang sa labas pag nagkita.

This morning, medyo na-late ako sa 1st class ko. I don't like taking the stairs doon sa front entrance ng building namin, I always use the emergency stairs sa likod para iwasan ang mga "ipis" na pakalat-kalat sa 1st at 2nd floor. ['Ipis' ang tawag namin sa mga Nursing students, why? lampas 70% ng population namin sa college ang dami nila]

Someone's approaching. Si Dreamer, kasunod ko.

OMG! Sana ma-lock ang mga emergency exit para ma-trap kami.

Hehehehehe, mag-Meteor Garden daw ba ang eksena. Kaso hindi.

"Hi! Late na tayo! Bilis! Dito ka rin pala dumadaan ha?"

"ngeeengeeeengeeeee..."

Punyeta di ko naintindihan ang sinabi niya, ang hina kasi ng boses.

"Sige na, una na me, see u later :)"

"ngeeengeeeengeeee..."

Leche.

Okay lang, kahit hindi ko na-gets, kinilig naman ang peanuts ko eh. LOL

Classmate ko siya sa last subject ko kanina. My professor asked us to write our names on piece of white bond paper for her record of attendance.

Halos sinampal ako sa mukha nung papel. Nakita ko name niya in full.

Next to Dreamer's name was a signature written in black ink:

'Ingrid'

At medyo gumuho ang mundo ko kasabay ng ulan ni Emong.

Medyo lang.
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Ano ba ang meaning ng "Rancho"?

Most of my close friends know what this word means.
In my mind, I created a virtual simulation of an open-barn, where beautiful men collected through my eyes are considered cows. I called this virtual barn "Rancho".

So whenever I say "Rancho! Rancho!", my friends would wander around the area and look for this guy who caught my senses. They will ask me, "siya ba?" and my confirmation comes with this kind of stare. A very hungry stare.

Rancho = papable, collectible, boy toy, cute guy, at kung anu-ano pang pwedeng masambit pag nakakakita ka ng lalaking masarap tingnan.

Sige na, mang-rarancho pa ako bukas.

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Still in my usual "Mariah Mode"

Kilala ko ba yung Ingrid ni Dreamer?

Sayang talaga.

Sigh*

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