Marriage Is Not An Option. Yet.

 

 

There are guys that are so dim-headed that even if you always come to their side with just one text message or even spend almost 95% of your waking hour with them, they will still have no idea that you are interested in them.

 

There are guys who have incredibly low self-esteem that they cannot fathom the idea that any girl will be interested in them, so they back-out from the courting process even when the girl is practically begging for their attention.  

 

And then there are guys who are just so incredibly dense that they cannot sense that a girl is not interested in them at all, unless she actually starts physically running away from them.

 

I have this neighbor – we’ll call him GuyNextDoor – who can sometimes be so creepy, he is practically bordering on stalker-ish. GuyNextDoor was about a few years older than me, a professional bum (aka jobless and almost in his 30’s) who spent 95% of his time posting various rants about the local government and the entertainment industry by posting multiple bulletins in his Friendster. He and I have known each other almost all our lives. Since I do not hang out with the other kids nor am I active in the youth organizations around our village unlike most of my siblings, I do not really have a lot of close friends of the opposite sex within our neighborhood. But eversince my brother started playing basketball with the other boys in our neighborhood, GuyNextDoor and my brother became quite close.

 

One day, I found an add request from him through my Friendster. Despite the fact that we never actually had any face-to-face conversation (except for the occasional nods of recognition whenever he would politely open our gate for me whenever I come home from school while he and my brother were playing basketball at the half-court infront of our house) I figured, What the heck, I know him anyway, so, I added him up. And then he started sending me messages.

 

GuyNextDoor: Why “It’s Complicated”? (referring to my Friendster status)

Mistress: I have a boyfriend but like I said, it’s complicated (like I really was going to start narrating my lovelife to a complete stranger. Ano siya, feeling close?)

GuyNextDoor: Okay. I think you and I are alike. I would love to get to know you.

Mistress: Uhhh… What do you mean?

GuyNextDoor: I read your profile and saw your pics. I think you’re a very interesting person. Me, what you see is what you get. I really don’t care what other people think of me.

Mistress: Uhhh… okay.

GuyNextDoor: I love you [my full name including surname]

Mistress: You don’t even know me that well and you’re telling me you love me?

GuyNextDoor: I just know. I love you so much.

Mistress: (logs out from Friendster)

 

He started making comments on my photos (stuff like, you are so beautiful, etcetera). I simply ignored it. The next time, he e-mails me again asking for my number. I think I was completely inebriated that time so I actually gave it to him. He then started texting me more creepy messages.

 

GuyNextDoor: Hi.

Mistress: Hello.

GuyNextDoor: I mis seeing u arnd.

Mistress: Iv bin bz w skul.

GuyNextDoor: I thnk ur vry beutful.

Mistress: Uh… tnx.

GuyNextDoor: I love u [my full name including surname]

Mistress: U dont evn kno me.

GuyNextDoor: I stil love u.

Mistress: (turns off her cellphone)

 

He then starts texting me more and more I-love-you messages and even miscalling me. I continued ignoring it. He kept sending me more I-love-you messages through my Friendster and still I ignore it. He even posts the complete lyrics of some love song to my Friendster profile, which of course, got all my friends clicking on his profile to see who is the mysterious guy professing his love for me in complete view of the general public. Still, I ignored him. Whenever we would cross paths around the neighborhood, with me, usually hurrying up to catch a ride for school and him, in his motorcycle, he would always stop his motorcycle and talk to me.

 

“Hi,” GuyNextDoor smiles.

 

“Hello,” I said, still walking hurriedly.

 

“You don’t reply back to my messages.”

 

“I have no load.” I was lying. I’m always subscribing to Globe UnliTxt everyday.

 

“I see….”

 

“I’m kind of in a hurry. I’ll be late for class.”

 

“Okay. See you around. Take care.”

 

 “Thanks.”

 

And then he texts me again while I’m already on my way to school, and I am obliged to text back because he just saw me buy load at the nearby sari-sari store. The same thing happens, of course, when he starts telling me he loves me. I would not care to reply back anymore, despite his 3-5 miss calls.

 

I don’t know. Maybe he just doesn’t have a clue. Maybe my being polite misleaded him to thinking it was a sign of interest. Maybe he’s just incredibly dense that he doesn’t realize I do not want to have anything to do with him. Or maybe he’s deluded himself into thinking that he is a perfectly great catch.

 

Yeah, maybe, that’s it.