I Found the Answer on the Train

I was on the train this morning when this beautiful creature standing before me caught my eye. He was tall, blonde and nicely built and he was wearing a suit. His eyes were green - eyes pa lang, nakakapanglambot na. Haaay. I closed my eyes and whispered a silent prayer.

"Dear Lord, kahit eto na lang boyfriend ko... ok na... hindi naman po ako choosy."

And then I smiled. He probably thought that I was smiling at him (or maybe he thought I was crazy) because he smiled back.

"Digital naman pala ang prayers ngayon...", I whispered again.

I smized.

"Puta Tyra, salamat."

The boy toy incident this morning made me wonder - bakit ang hirap humanap ng true love? I looked at the boy before me and I somehow found the answer.

Maarte kasi ako. Ako ay maarte. Yes, I am maarte.

The boytoy before me is gwapo, ganda katawan, mukhang may pinag-aralan pero baka maliit ang titi nito (but I doubt, I scanned his crotch, hehe) or baka may anghit. I might also drop him like a hot patatas if he turns out to be bobo pala or walang sense of Homer. See, pwede na nga hinahanapan pa ng flaws? Hay naku!

Mataas ba ang standards ko? Siguro. Don't get me wrong - there's nothing bad about having standards. So Tristan, don't blame the heavens for being single - wag ka nang magtaka - single ka kasi maarte ka at mataas ang standards mo - mamatay ka sa lamig ng pasko. There.

I won't ask the stars na for true love, pagod na ko. It might be impossible for me to find that one person who would meet my standards and would love me back. In the meantime, I will try to figure out the traits that I can just let go of - I will try to get to know myself more. Baka sakali.

Sige na nga Lord, sisimplehan ko na lang ang requirements ko - para naman kahit papano, maging masaya na ko. Malapit pa naman mag-Pasko.

I looked up the sky and made one final suggestion.

Si Piolo na lang po. Pwede?