'Tis the Season

"Hi babe. Pauwi pa lang ako, so tired. I got 55 over 60. Hehehe." It's his first text today.

After a good time last night, we decided to meet up this evening. But he ended up too busy for our second rendezvous and rescheduled---of course.

It's that time of the year again when my stars are somehow aligned. It's like I'm emitting this smell that attracts 5, ok 3, 2  good dates or at least decent potential dates. It usually occurs in July, August, September and/or October. Last year, it was The Chef, then there's M from 2008. I wonder who it will be this year. Is it him? How are we going to spend time with each other? What are the sweet nothings that he'll tell me? When is the expiration date? When are we going to stop talking to each other? How long will it take me to get over him?

Tomorrow, I'll wake up thinking about seeing him again. I'll pick my clothes with him in mind. I'll be at work thinking about him. What's the worst that can happen? I'll get disappointed? Heart-broken? Hahah... I already know that.

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