Why I'm the Last Person a Man Would Date

 

I have been into several relationships before and most of them gave me the bitter realization that I might not just be the type of person a man would like to date. 

Looking back in the years that have passed, I did my best to recall the type of person I was and what I have become. 

And through my stroll down memory lane, I've come to realize what made me under qualified to be a member of the ever growing dating pool, and here are the reasons why:

1. I am loud.

Not in bed, I'm not. But if you ask most of the people I know they'd tell you that I speak loudly and that I laugh boisterously. I'm also pretty animated and add the fact that I teach kids for a living, and what do you get? Adult woman blurting out her emotions or expressions with a little exaggeration. 

 

Of course, I do not intend to speak as if I'm trying to gain attention. I'm not. Truth be told, it's something innate and hard to change and even to control at times. 

Have I done something about it? Aye! Definitely. But I always end up being either inaudible or in a comical whisper.

2. I laugh easily. 

I am known to be the one who laughs the loudest and the easiest to crack up--even if the joke or situation isn't too funny to everyone else. 

I just have a different way of perceiving "funny" things or situations that most often than not, men misinterprets it as flirting or showing interest in them. 

I'm actually doing my best to control my impulse to laugh loudly at little things but to no avail; plus, holding in my laughter always leave me in tears and out of breath. 

3. I'm one of the boys.

I am not sure exactly how and why, but I just seem to click with men more than women. Sometimes, I'd have people telling me that I act and think like a man, and to be honest I'm not sure if it's a bad thing or a good thing. 

 

To be even more honest, I'd like to believe it's a good thing just because it gives me the freedom to break social and gender barriers and the norm that girls should only be friends with girls because we have cooties--whatever that is. I naturally think and act in such way, that sometimes, and yet again, people deliberately misconstrue it as flirting or as if I'm trying to gain some guy's attention. 

But the truth is, I just basically like to talk to men better because they know no bullshit celeb gossip and can actually talk about a wide range of topics aside from the common washroom talk about whose purse mismatched her shoes.

On the side, they make a good game buddy and protective brother material. Nobody can mess with me, my bro's got my back but sadly, since they know I'm a dude too, I can't be taken seriously as more than just another guy friend with the tits of a B-cup woman. 

4. I'm disgusting.

Disgusting in the sense that I sit like a boy, burp the alphabet, don't wash my hair on the weekends and eat on my bed. I also smell my pits in public and boast my burping skill. 

To make it worse, I eat like a pig. Not literally though, but I really love to pig out. And most men loves seeing a girl eat daintily, but I don't eat that way, I'm extremely unattractive when I eat, hence I'm off the dating list. Oh, you'd be surprised at how many men I can turn off with those things. To my male friends it's cool, but to a prospect boyfriend? Just think about it, I fucking burp the fucking alphabet.

5. I curse a lot.

I just can't fucking help it. It just simply slips off my mouth. But I couldn't fucking care less about it, that's how I am. 

Of course, I'm still a considerate bitch; I keep my freaking gob shut around old people and children who may be offended by my choice of not-so-fancy expressions. 

Men likes to date cutesy type of girls who bats their lashes and blushes to their compliments, not someone who's always in a battle to top off Al Pacino in Scarface. 'Nuff said. 

6. I'm a bookworm.

I'm not exactly smart or intelligent, but I'm not a bubble-head either. I've got some strong convictions and opinions that some men finds extremely annoying. All of which I got from reading a vast range of topics. 

People, men mostly, solely believes that reading is boring hence people who read are most likely to be boring people who are socially awkward and know nothing about the reality of life all because we readers are boxed into the eternal thought that we're trapped into an abyss of fictional fantasies. 

Even my mother despises the fact that I read more than I should because it's keeping me from learning to put on makeup on and from developing at least a socially acceptable fashion sense instead of just plain shirt, jeans and sneakers.

 

7. I'm generally weird and have an inappropriate sense of humor.

I may look normal to the majority but even my closest friends find me weird--really weird. I do things normal adults don't, making me look and seem juvenile. 

I'm not immature in general, believe me but I do have a side which I try to hide from most people in fear that I'll get rejected due to the sheer weirdness I possess.

I'm goofy and bubbly, I whine and play sick pranks to people I love--mostly in a very slight sadistic kind of way and not even the dirty kind of sadism. Think about Rocky Balboa. 

I go to museums and stand next to warning signs and do the opposite. See, most men would like a demure, classy woman who doesn't even seem know that the words "fart" and "burp" actually exists. No sir. I'm neither demure nor classy, I'm weird and inappropriate.

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I know there are more reasons as to why I'm less likely to be asked on a date, but I promised myself that I'll get some sleep. I'll be lucky if I find a man who would share the same weirdness and wouldn't mind the fact that I am as weird as he is. Heck, there's nothing cuter and sweeter than two people coming together in mutual weirdness to share the same mental dysfunction the universe blessed them with. 

 

This weird list may just be the result of taking in too much caffeine and sugar at work and a product of a bored and tired mind who wants to somehow make itself feel productive outside of the workplace. 

Les Miserables 2012

That's right, Les Miserables made it's debut in the U.S. recently and I couldn't be more thrilled as it would be coming to Philippine cinemas on January 16th. Les Mis is my number one favorite musical and novel of all time and I might have watched a couple of adaptations of it on film and television, and in various languages too. So you can say I'm a bit of a freak when it comes to it. It's also a Broadway classic for decades now, making this year's movie adaptation an even bigger hit.

This year's version of Les Mis stars Hugh Jackman as the ever famous ex-convict, Jean Val-Jean, the protagonist of the story. Russell Crowe played the part of the antagonist, Inspector Javert, while Anne Hathaway stars as Fauntine and Amanda Seyfried as Cosette and with the four main characters being huge celebs, this production has definitely been abundantly budgeted.

Les Miserables tells us the tales of Jean Val-Jean as he comes to the end of his term after an 18 year sentence in the Toulon prison, set in early 1900's France. The story follows Val-Jean as he tried to cope up with life and in his journey of becoming a renewed man. Les Miserables is an enthralling story of broken dreams, unrequited love and redemption and will surely, once again, touch the hearts of millions of people.

I will definitely see this on the cinema next month. This is just an opportunity I cannot dare to miss.

In other news, and a completely off topic one, I have just been invited by the Iowa City Owl website to write for them. This is definitely the biggest news I've received this year. It's like a hidden Christmas present that came out of nowhere. I'm just really thankful about it. See you there, soon! :D Cheers!

Some Thoughts

DID YOU KNOW that most of the successful businessmen in the world do not technically have a high IQ? Instead, they possess a high level of EMOTIONAL QUOTIENT in which they use to, not only keep their business together, but also their employees happy, encouraged and successfull as they are.

Think about it, a good and honest tap on someone's shoulder could make them a better person, and what better way to enjoy their triumph is to be happy for them and not jealous of what they have achieved.

With that, let me share to you what I learned this morning.

I have learned that people compliment you for two things, and it's just either they're secured enough to encourage you, or they're simply jealous of what you have and who you are. Another thing is, being frank would not make you a better person, unless you do it the right way, and the right way is to be objective enough to not hurt a person's feelings.

You can never say that you're objective if your heart and mind are filled with nothing but jealousy towards the person. You will just be simply judging, if not ironically complimenting his or her flaws.

So now, I think a hundred times whenever a person encourages or compliments me. And I think you should do the same.

Ask yourself:

Do they do it simply because they're truthfully happy for me, and wanted me to improve what I already have and/or who I already am?

Or is it the other way around? which is to just gain something from me in return, and/or take advantage of what I can do, only to pass it on as something they did themselves to make them feel secured.

Just some thought to ponder on. :) Happy Sunday to everyone!

Picture credit.

You'll Never Know...

I still feel like crying after seeing the photo below early this afternoon.


Credit: Mr. Dennis L. Santos

You've probably saw it on the evening news tonight, the horrible accident that shook the entire town of Taytay, Rizal early this afternoon. A dump truck went out of control and eventually crashed into a police outpost, killing five people. I was with Mac and Abby in McDonald's Valley Golf this afternoon having our lunch when it happened, and I'm not sure who told us of the news first, but Mac's aunt sent him a message in Facebook asking for his whereabouts, apparently she heard of the news already (I don't even know how, because she's in Canada) and was worried for his nephew. Our good friend Felice sent Abby a text message confirming the accident, telling us that she has been stuck in traffic for almost an hour because of it.

I was in a bit of a shock when we were informed of the news, because Felice and I were planning to go home early but I decided to stay in school because of school work and because I still have a class at 5:30pm. I was thinking of saving my money when people were desperate to save lives. What's worse is while I was browsing through the updates of my friends in Facebook I saw the photo of the accident, and when Mac started browsing through all the photos, he found the picture above. I nearly cried, I'm sure if we were not in a public place I would have done it. The photo just made me worried of the owner of that school book, I was imagining an innocent little girl on her way to school. My heart sank at the thought of it, and what I saw on the news on my way home (I took the bus) made me feel even worse. The owner of the book was an 11 year old boy who was on his way to school; he was running late because he was asked to sell rags by his mother for his and his two other sibling's allowance for the day.

The older sibling was interviewed, and she does not seem to display any sign of grief from the death of her younger brother. I felt really bad... and--I know it's really weird but I was imagining myself as the older sibling... Perhaps I would have gone ballistic if that ever (but I do wish and pray to God that it won't) happen to any of my younger brothers. Maybe the media won't be able to talk to me either, but looking at the sister of the poor boy she was not even slightly tensed. :'(

I was literally trembling on my seat. I closed my eyes and uttered a short prayer for those who were killed, especially for that poor little boy. His death was, I guess, the most tragic among those who were killed... if you would look into this site, they have a photo of the boy--I don't want to and I definitely can't describe the photo, so just see it for yourselves.

My mom doesn't have any idea about it because she was in Quezon City the entire day, but I told her immediately when she called me this evening. She told me what she would always say when things like this happen... "Never forget to utter a prayer wherever you are, because you will never know when you will be joining God." . I hope everyone who would read this would also take at least a few seconds to utter a simple prayer for the people who went home to God today. God bless everyone and keep safe.You'll Never Know...

Dear Dad...

It's been over a year since you have departed, and I must say that it was not easy for me to be dealing with the agonizing situation you left me in. You left just when I was starting to include you in my world, just when we were planning to append each other in one's future.

It's been a hard year for me, I could not seem to fully let you go. Every now and then I would think of you and be hurt of the fact that I could no longer see you. Although, I know that you are there, watching over me from wherever you are right now, still, it's not the same. It will never be the same.

Sometimes, the pain just becomes too corpulent, that I find it hard to bear it. I would cry myself to sleep every time that happens, and in the morning, when I wake up, I would pray to see you in my dreams the following nights, even just for once. I would just like to hug you and tell how much I love and miss you, and how much I still needed you. But that never happened.

I spend so much time busying myself with things that I love to do, but sometimes, I just get tired and bored of them. I want to do something for you, and not for other people. I want to mostly write about you, and for you, but I know you will never get to read them and appreciate them, because you're gone and will never be back. Perhaps, even when the apocalypse comes, you will not be there to hold my hand.

I am not angry, I am just upset.

Upset of the fact that you left me too soon... I know you lived a good life, you helped a lot of people and you played a big part in others' lives, but you played and been a part of my life for only a short while. I envy those children you often kissed and hugged, I never had many of those in my life, perhaps that explains my crankiness -- my lack of affection from people that I love.

I'm not sure if I am even making sense here, but I just want to let it out, even if it's not everything. This is the only way I know.