i was out with friends last friday. it was after the bastketball game and it was raining. naturally, there was beer. we were just drinking in a small sinkhole of a place in ortigas much like the hundred others we’d frequented for a beer or so. and then he showed up. he came in all tall (he really literally was) in a purple shirt, shorts, and thick eyeglasses but he wasn’t emo, i could tell. he was just preppy. and i thought he was cute. but it was only when he was introduced and 30 minutes later said that i looked familiar when i had this sneaking suspicion that it was a line. then he said ‘i used to see you often in agno’ which made me realize it was not a line but a legit statement. then the common ground conversation took place. we talked about people we knew back then and what project we’re both assigned to along with ice cold beer and the rain was winding down. it was crazy ass cats and dogs type of rain earlier but by then, it was the kind that settled on eyelashes, delicate as glass.
then the conversation went to warnings about guys and their fishing tactics and the various kinds of lesbians and then rankings of lines that worked and didn’t work since high school. I received the brunt of the force of these lines that night but i knew it was all a joke. there would be awkward silences but he’d remedy that by offering to talk about something else like politics or the weather or global issues or nietzsche or making up random haikus at which point i was already mildly impressed. he even actually attempted to make a haiku and failed but the mere fact that he knew the syllabic format for it was mildly impressive. from there it turned to what i was doing after or if i wanted to go to katy perry night in makati but the thing was so many jokes have been said the entire time that i couldn’t tell if this was a joke or not. i couldn’t tell either if he was serious about asking for my number either. apparently he tried 3 times during the entire conversation while we were drinking and the entire time it seemed like the 8 other people we were supposed to be drinking and socializing with weren’t even there.
maybe it’s the rain. or the beer or maybe i just haven’t allowed myself to exchange such banter with anyone for a long time. in any case, i went home early. but i SO wish i didn’t if only to extend the conversation. but then as they always say, there’s always next time. 
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