Puta Ring On It

Carrie is engaged.

Charot!

Mon (not his real name) and I went to have some kaya bread after a wacky body jam class in the evening. Wacky kasi he's not into it, but he can dance. The thing is, he just couldn't follow the instructor, so he danced to his heart's content. It was our first exercise together. After he took a shower and changed, he asked me to walk him to the reception of the club and spend some minutes at the coffee shop. So we were at the table, and he took out what seemed to be silver and cylindrical from his bag.

"Hulaan mo kung magkano 'to," said Mon.

"Wait..." We've done the guessing game before. On a shirt that I thought was $20 but then it was only $10.

So, I said, "$5?"

"Mahal. $2 lang. Jewelry shop. Sale eh."

Some guys just have an eye for good buys.

"Silver?" sounded like a stupid question, considering I already saw the color. Asar talo ako sa color argument namin dati. I was wearing a blue-green shirt, which I described to him simply as blue one time. Katakot-takot na pang-aalaska inabot ko sa kanya. Architecture graduate eh, so kelangan particular daw sa mga bagay-bagay - sa bilang, sa sakto, pati sa kulay.

"Hindi, stainless." Ewan ko kung namimilosopo, pero hindi naman nya ko binara. O baka nag-iingat na sya dahil madali akong mapikon.

"Suutin mo. Pag ayaw mo na sa akin, ibalik mo. Para di ka na mahirapang magsalita, kung sakali."

Kung sakali.

The morning before that conversation, I told him I woke up crying in tears. We already saw each other the night before that, and almost everyday. Apparently, he was more excited and happy to see me. I, on the other hand, was okay. We had a hearty quarter pounder meal at McDonald's, fried chicken at KFC, and kiwi-honey waffles at another shop. We really had a great time, but I felt different. I wasn't as happy as he was, and I felt that I was more happy in the early days of our meet ups. Or maybe the mood was getting in the way.

That's when I began to sense a fear that I might lose another good friend. Maybe I was getting ahead of myself, but I just feared I might reach the point of taking him for granted just because of the fact that he has greater love and joy for us.

So he gave lent me the ring to symbolize our lasting friendship. He assured me that he will never go. I told him that it wasn't about that. It was more for me that I would again end up wasting my chance at love.

After eating the toast, I bade him goodbye and went back to the gym to finish my training.

P.S. I have not gone to the bathhouse for three weeks and counting. So far, walang withdrawal symptoms. Haha.