Man-Eater

05-02-2009 Saturday

I took one girl personality quiz on Facebook and the result for me said that I'm a Man-Eater. For whatever hellish reason why it turned out that way, I think it damn well said the truth about the inner femme fatale in me.

I'm not one of those pretty faces that could fit on some pages of a men's magazine neither do I have a hot bod that sex-driven lads could drool on but just to be fair to myself, I'm somewhat a looker. I can make some heads turn once in awhile and I've had some random guys either ask for my number or try to get my attention. Inspite of that, I still don't flirt..often. Haha. I consider boys are the best buds ever made. However, when I like someone, I test the waters just to know if somehow he feels the same and if he does, I make damn sure he fall for me even more until he can no longer take it that he have to 'fess up. Haha, a man-eater right there!

Kidding aside, the reason why I was reminded of that personality quiz I took is because Alex finally replied to my message last night and he obviously planned some things which I think just got him in the situation where I want him to be. This is what happened: I'm not supposed to be the first one to text him but I found out yesterday that the shirt I bought from the Slam is missing from my teddy bear bag and I remembered asking him to hold my bag while I pee on a Portalet. I'm no longer drunk at that time because that was early morning already, around 4am, so I remember clearly that I put the t-shirt inside my bag and there's no reason for me to pull it out anyway. I thought it was impossible to lose that shirt so I asked him hoping he knows if I somehow misplaced it. He said he has it, that I left it with him. Damn right. I knew better than that. If you'll ask me, I think he did put my shirt on his bag while I'm in the Portalet. Why? So he has a pretty good excuse see me again after the gig. Tsk..Boys. I deal with them every single day, from my guy friends to my guy colleagues and to those in between.

I had to meet up with him to get my shirt back. I knew that's what he planned to do anyway. He said that I owe him a treat for keeping my shirt. I said no, my thank you is enough. He insisted that we go out Sunday night so we can hang-out. I eventually said yes. Like I said, I knew he planned everything and it works for me as well. I need him as a distraction. He started asking me questions last night if I have a boyfriend to that I said yes and he followed it up if I love my boyfriend and how long we've been together..da-da-dah. I kept my answers short, not wanting to spill any details of my complicated situation, not until he fully understand what role he's gonna play for me. I don't know if he's up for it but I'll know tomorrow night, that's for sure.

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 8:00 PM