it’s raining men (or boys)! chapter 1

Introduction

A friend of mine requested a certain topic (for my blog) that he thinks I should talk about and would be really interesting (on his part). And that topic is boys. I know it is rather soooo high school as I would tell him, but what the heck. I guess he is really that interested with my love life or maybe he just wanna dish it out of me so he could torment me in the very near future… like tomorrow maybe? Haha! Bring it on!

As far as I can remember, if my memory serves me correctly, I think I had my very first crush when I was still in grade school. I have this seatmate in third grade class who brings binoculars and spies on the boys in the nearby all-boys school. She had told me about her crush. Hmmm… crush?! Wasn’t that supposed to be a verb? Wherein you turn something into little pieces or something like that? Yup! I was kindda confused. What is this crush? Ahhh… the seatmate, in all her strength, gathered up the information or rather words that could perfectly define the word. She must have thought I’m so clueless, to the point that it was pathetic. Hey! How should I know? I still am a kid!

And there, as she defined it… someone really good-looking, someone you like from the opposite sex, someone whose appearance is pleasing to the eyes. I guess attraction does play an essential role on this one. But I really could care less about it… all I care back then were games and toys and those high grades… what can I say? I was driven to be the best in my class (academically-speaking) just because all the teachers notice were my well-off classmates who got silver spoons in their mouths. I was never picked for those on-stage performances and important roles in any activity! I guess some of my teachers were also suck ups! Bad teachers! Bad teachers! Hmm… sad but true…

High school came and everything was different. Everyone sees to it that they look their best or rather at least presentable. The wonders of this tool called ‘comb’ really amazed me! Haha! Back in grade school, I was not really into tying ribbons around my hair or a hundred brush strokes before going to sleep or that sort of thing. After all, I grew up with two brothers, I played boy games and ran around with my brothers. I guess I was indeed a slob! Hahaha! But once you entered puberty, you get to be more conscious of your appearance, so you take time to get dressed and get ready for school.

And then suddenly, guys took notice. Damn! All of a sudden guys are everywhere… good-looking guys, unfortunate guys (unfortunate meaning those guys who are not endowed with good looks), nice guys, conceited guys, players, gay guys, bisexual guys… you name it! Even tomboys never failed to make a scene! Haha! High school… tsk tsk… and the life I’ve lived during those years…

This blog is divided into chapters… so far I have four chapters… or maybe five… I’ll post each chapter one day at a time so as not to strain thy eyes… enjoy!

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Chapter One

Seventh grade: met SKATERBOI… u-huh! Really, really cute! His house was just a few steps away from our house. Whew! Neighbors! Your classic teen flick movie setting of some sort… we both liked each other, the phone calls (cellphones weren’t a trend yet but cordless phones were! Haha!), the conversations, we see each other often (we’re neighbors!), the “kilig” moments…  the downside of that was, he was younger than me (two years younger to be exact)… I was in high school, he was in grade school… and when the time came he told me how he felt, I was confused. Who knows? It must have been puppy love or something… and then he stopped calling. He thought I didn’t feel the same way… (I just learned about it when I was already in college) and I thought he stopped because he has found someone else… SKATERBOI was one of my biggest regrets… but wait! There’s more! It hit me like a major slap in the face! SKATERBOI turned his attention to my good friend. If he hadn’t courted me, my friend could have given in. She was torn and I could see that she liked him too. So they ended up becoming best of friends… or so I thought… and then one night, I cried. He was such a waste! After all, he was really good-looking and kind and nice and… (I’ll stop right there) SKATERBOI was the only boy I shed my tears to… even got my brothers worried… hahaha! I love et!

Still in seventh grade, I met BALLER… she is a he… a boy trapped in a girl’s body… yup! It is weird! Eeeeeeewwwww! She plays ball, and was also “decelerated” (not a brainy one, I guess), and she used to be a student at our school. She has had a lot of girlfriends at our school and she thought I can be her next victim. Well, too bad! I wasn’t into something like that! Talk about eeewness and yucky-ness! She even called at our house once or twice, though I didn’t curse or say bad words back then, out of utter annoyance, I cursed her! Threatened her even, if she ever called the house again! And that was the end of it! Whew! Thank God!

Met SKYSCRAPER, he was really tall and the same age as SKATERBOI (I seem to attract the younger ones at this point). He was my friend’s cousin and we were kindda hitting it off that summer. But once summer was over, the friendship ceased. He went back to Laguna or somewhere, I have forgotten where he came from. Haha!

And there were still in-betweens, boys and boy-ish girls alike, although I may have forgotten their names and their faces. Haha! I can’t keep track! Or I think they were worth to be forgotten anyway.