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Officially signing off 😊 4 years, 1 month, 29 days Thank you #BMCfam (at Baguio Medical Center)
An intimate relationship is not necessarily a physical relationship. Rather, it is a trusting, close friendship with another person in which one can be honest without fear of rejection.
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Late upload coz you guys were late 😂
Thanks for the surprise guys! :) Happy 52nd to me 😂🤣
25 and in love. 👨❤️💋👨
Hello Tumblr, we meet again. Thank you for keeping me company at my lowest. It would be unfair not to share with you the other end of my life story.
In just a few days, my child, I will be 25, which is half the age of my mom. Cool. Anyway.. It’s been months since I last wrote to you, so here I am now. The last few years were INTENSE. Since dad passed in 2014, a lot of challenges have come, one after the other. Ef kerz.. there were stories of men in between, but none like this fellow who caught my ‘hart’.
Out of all those misses, I finally have a keeper. He’s a nurse too. I’ve been told by my colleagues that it would never work out going into a relationship with a nurse. I’ve been trying to disprove them for years, alam mo naman, competitive. AHAHA kailangan manalo. But this time, I didn’t even try. We met online. He was the secretive type. He told me he was a student, but didn’t say what he was studying. This was pretty odd, given his age. He was 26, and I was 24 that time. Luhhh. With the two year difference, and the fact that I’ve been working at the hospital for almost 4 years now, LOL.. that could mean something. 😋 But I didn’t want to judge. Through our daily exchanges online, he didn’t seem like the drop out type, and he also denied studying post grad. Weird.
I slowly opened up to him, to the point of sharing with him what I did at work. It was a struggle trying to figure out how to explain a nurses job in layman’s term. Clean poop, give meds, change sheets.. blah blah.. reality = there’s so much more to nursing than changing dirty diapers. 🙄 Going back, in the course of sharing what I did at work, I was puzzled that he would understand the nature of my job, and he would even call me “nurse”. Most guys wouldn’t even care. Mmm.. this guy must be a nurse too, or must be working in healthcare, I thought. Maybe he’s in post-grad? Mmmm.. but he still denied this. Until one day, we somehow got into talking about the IELTS, an english (blah blah boring), and then he seemed interested. That’s when I caught him :) Kuya Nurse Pogi, thats how I addressed him. He hated being called “kuya” but wouldn’t mind the “pogi”. 😋😋 Kasi nga naman, entitled. HAHA no photo for now, love. Maybe in the next entry.
The first time we met. It was challenging inviting him out the first time. He had so many excuses. But hey, I wouldn’t give up on him. Sinong weak. I would ask everyday, and get turned down each time. We set a date, and he would cancel last minute. It got tiring. Each time I asked him out, I had to adjust my schedule to squeeze in a free time, and then I find out he couldn’t make it. 🙄 But this B. wasn’t ready to give up. After seeeeveral attempts, the day finally came. It wasn’t sure, so I had also made backup plans. I wasn’t going to waste a day off from work, staring at the ceiling, I’d rather stare at a bottle of beer with company. LOL.
Hiro, as how I knew him that time, set the time and confirmed. And because I already made plans with a friend, who btw is the clingiest, I had to tag him along. A chaperone on the first date. Strict ang parents??? HAHA
We were set to meet in front of one my favorite cafe in the heart of the city. After 2 cups of coffee, a glass of juice and a glass of water and several trips to the toilet, he finally arrived. I was damn nervous. Had to hold in the piss for a while, felt like a case of an autonomic bladder HAHA.
He was standing outside the cafe, tall, like 5-6 in taller. Dun palang kinabahan nanaman lalo. It was a hi, hello, okay lets get a cab. It was the most awkward taxi ride I ever had. Luckily I had Kaz on the phone, “beshie he’s here. Mukang bottom naman. Seems like the date’s a bust, come anyway”. Hahahaha Judgy me 😂😂
When we arrived at the cafe in the mountains, literal, we started to chit chat. Nye nye nye. While I was talking to him, I couldn’t help but stare. Cutie. Pogi talaga this kuya nurse 😍. It was hard picking out the food, seemed like this guy was a picky eater. I ended up ordering a lot for myself and gotten all bloated up from stress eating. When Kaz arrived after being late for 2 hours, we decided to have dinner some other place.
Dinner was served. He had grilled chicken, and I had a slab of a delicious beef steak. Yummm! It was Dad’s favortie steak house, and I missed the food. I wasn’t about to miss the opportunity eating like a pig because of a date. 🤣
Dinner passed and we decided to head home. Before we parted, this guy remembered to do what I always forgot to do with all the first dates, gave his number. Oh. So I guess it was a good sign. I pigged out and yeah, it was okay. Hihihi
That was the first date. We went out a second time and a third. Constant chats and texts. We’re still dating, exclusive this time. I had always thought that dating someone exclusively was a challenge, but with this one, easy. Seems I didn’t need anyone else. He makes me feel complete.💞
There’s so much more I want to share with you Tumblr, but my fingers are about to give up. Thanks for your time, love. I just hope I played my cards right this time, and if I didn’t, well, he still stuck around.. and that's why I love him 💕 to the moon and back..
Til’ the next time, ciao.
Run b*, RUN!
I want to runaway.. To somewhere new. To somewhere true. To somewhere there's not only you.. Where I can meet new people and start new relationships. New, being a place where my comforts aren't always a bottle away. Where I can be me. No prentense, no holding back. No thinking how the past could affect the present; and the present, the future. Where I can finally learn to let go. No familiar face, no familiar setting and especially no reminders of the mistakes I've made on investing on something made up in desperation. I want to run. I need to run. K. Bye.
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