Fool

Last week, I met someone who asked me intense questions such as "Are you happy?" and "Are you fulfilled?" That's the first time we met. Then he went on to refer to me as "Mr. Jolie" and told me he couldn't figure me out and showed efforts to do so. "Para kang Rubik's Cube," he said thru text.

This guy is younger than me which sucks. And he still studies, which makes it suck even more. He's very cute though. We're friends.

Now, if I can only, uhm, mystify The Chef that way and prompt him to be more consistent and persistent. But no. I fell for it again. It felt so damn good though (while it lasted). I enjoyed being with him. I even found an unusual liking towards cats because of his pet which he referred to once as "our baby!"

But where the fuck is he now? My friend said I should get used to it because succesful men are too busy and you're not usually the priority. Bullshit.
 

And yet another reason to get away.

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