You should’ve known by the tone of my voice, maybe
But you didn’t listen
You played dead
But you never bled
Instead you lay still in the grass
All coiled up and hissin
I am such a fan of the REO Speedwagon.
Last night, we went to see Ghosts of Girlfriends Past. If it was just me watching, I would have opted to see Star Trek but since he said that he’s not much into that kind of flick and revealed his admiration for Jennifer Garner, I immediately yielded.
I like watching film alone. I thought it was normal. He doesn’t think so. He would give remarks like: “Yan si Rayts ang hilig magsolo!” I don’t know how to take that but I guess, indirectly he wanted to be invited. So yesterday, I initiated the invitation. I tried inviting our other friends but most of them are out of town. Good thing DL was there. And then we met DL’s friend, Kat who poured out her heartbreaks to us over two rounds of beer at Gilligan’s. I could hardly hear her voice against the loud music but she could not hide her tears from us. She was just that hurt I guess. I am totally amaze by women who could not hide their pain away and still handle everything with so much poise and demeanor. I like her vulnerability and honesty considering we are "strangers" to her. In between her stories, I was minding the exchange of looks. He was looking into her. Both of them have been into each others' places only different time and circumstances.
The night was serendipitous...
Ideas and reasons were being laid on the table, all of which concerns matter of the heart and I had nothing to contribute but a nod and few phrases in agreement. Technically speaking, I was there but I was hardly there. Slowly, the alcohol is getting into me and I was being asked if my idea of marriage and family is still the same. I don't remember saying anything. The alcohol was a very good excuse to be quiet.