When I first came to know about concept of love and family, I had a wish of marrying a foreigner. I wanted to have a foreigner partner back then, for it simply means cute children, blue-eyes, white skin, blonde hair, slang accent and dollars. I wanted to have a cool girlfriend. Someone who can rides with my erratic acts, someone who has the ability to tame a beast-like maneuver. Someone who has a pretty face, sexy physique and smart.
I have built my own standard.
Given that I have a face and charm (ehem) finding such hasn’t been hard. Seriously, I can’t recall my first love or first crush. Not that I have had many that makes it hard to remember, it’s just that it’s not my nature to count gf’s. Obviously all my past relationship hadn’t worked. I wonder what I have done wrong that causes break-ups.
Turmoil bumps my head.
Is really having a standard works? You go to a process of creating a craft of partner in your mind, searching it in real world and when you’re lucky you may find an exact replica in person. People especially women always have that kind of stuff in their bags of imagination; “I want a bf like Piolo” I want my partner to be as good as my dad” “I want an athlete bf” etc… Very fortunate are those who created and found it real but they are very rare too. Apparently I am not fortunate enough.
I rarely blessed with a good romantic-relationship. Or I never had at least one. All I had are imprudent girls which I thought were real love. Time and time again I was wrong; each relationship ends in awry like war. Two opposing sides declare battle over mindless reasons. At the end, one side claiming as the victor coz they are not the one left out. Coz’ they are the one that has found another love — another victim. But think twice my dear, you have gotten the losing end of the rope. I lost someone who doesn’t like me while you lost someone who truly cares.
Okay enough with my emoness.
Going back, after they have created a standard on who to love, women opted to follow their self-made rules about dating. I knew it. Since I had plenty, I had experienced different rules from different girls, though they never admit that they have strict guidelines.
Here it goes…
Rule # 1 don’t text or talk to a guy first (should be the other way around)
Rule # 2 Never like his photo and posts
Rule # 3 Don’t retweet his tweet no matter how it appears a retweet material, if possible don’t follow him on twitter
Rule # 4 Accept only one call from him in a day
Rule # 5 Wait for 30 mins. to an hour before replying to his text (even if you do nothing and you intend to reply with “ah or ok”)
Rule # 6 Don’t allow him to carry your thin-air-weight –bag let him if it’s tucked with hefty books.
Rule # 7 Never ask for load but give signs that you need it (if he fall to your trap okay clear him for next level)
So many rules that only the best of man can endure.
Those rules seem deceitful or a way of forcing a relationship as opposed to letting just one bloom. Of course you got it right, most of the times the relationship ends awkwardly. How can you build something real out of something fake and controlling? Can’t you just be honest about your feelings? And let the relationship unfold naturally. How can you love truly if every step is calculated? Imagine, purposely wait for an hour to reply to a text message? With Ah? WTF.
I am not in the position to tell what love is and what is not. I doubt if there’s anybody who can distinguish, because we all love differently. Some stay with their partner since they are after the money or fame. Some because of lust. While others just allow their partners to be exactly as they are.
I’m getting on age yet I have not found my dream girl. I’ve already gave up my standard long time ago, long time that I got attracted to girls which far different to my then standard. Now it’s getting clearer than ever. Having a standard and dreaming for a dream partner are saved for boys and girls. I am now a full-grown man. Hay tanda ko na. JAdG twitter.com/awesomealvin028