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Sunday, March 20, 2005

b*tch!

why is that when you are finally enjoying the night someone would always come along the destroy it? i was with some friends having dinner to catch up on each others lives. you see, despite the vast technology available to get us connected, we seem to drift apart more and more.

so we decided to dine in that new posh restaurant in greenbelt. the food is good, wine's great, ambience perfect. we were getting along fine. or maybe that's just the alcohol kicking in but we were having a good time nonetheless. that is, up until this woman came up to one of my friends and introduced herself. they ended up talking most of the time. she hogged him all throughout. after a few more wine, they started kissing. finally, some action (hehe)! remind me again why i'm alone? anyways, while they were kissing, this lady, who for the sake of anonymity we'll call jackie, suddenly pulled away from my friend and in front of all of us say:

"hindi ka pala marunong humalik ano?"

that b*tch...we were all taken aback. who wouldn't? she practically announced to everyone that he is a lousy kisser...i didn't know what to do. none of us did. we usually try to rescue each other in awkward moments such as this. so i did what i can, i went to the restroom and call his celfone. we usually make the call appear an emergency so we could get out of bad dates, bad food, bad situation and most specially bad odor! this one calls for one of these calls. my friend taking the hint agreed to play along. so 5 minutes later we were off. but this woman will not go down without a fight. while saying their goodbyes and swapping phone numbers, she looked straight to my friend's eyes so my friend stared back. after a while she said, and irritated at that:

"goodness! kiss me! i'm the type you keep!"

the nerve! in the end, he gave her a smack in the cheek. i would have rather slapped her. you have no idea how much restaint all of us practiced just to avoid to kill her.

while on our way to another bar, our friend said after being quiet for some time:

"i don't have to be slut to know how to kiss! and for the record, noone has complained before. i kiss perfectly fine!" one of our lady friends hugged him and said," oh honey, of course you kiss fine!"

we all laughed. including him. how was she supposed to know? our lady friend after realizing what she has done playfully said,

"you jerk! i was trying to comfort your lousy-kissing ass!"

the night wasn't as bad after all. you just have to have the right company.

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