happy @ fifty
last nyt i witnessed one of the most romantic scenes i have ever seen. sadly, i wasn't in it. as usual.
i maybe the most romantic person on earth, but romance is allergic to me. the feeling is mutual.
a few tables away from me was a couple -- in their fifty's -- dancing joyfully to every song by the filipino band. the woman looked splendid in a black, but not so tiny, dress. one shoulder was bare. the length was just enough to show a little of her well shaped legs. she has long, curly hair that swayed to the beat as well. she was beautiful, asian. the man was wearing a grey suit, a westerner. they were both trim, firm and graceful dancers.
after a few songs, the man approached one of the guitarists on the stage and whispered something on his ear. my guess was right, he asked him to play a love song, the theme song from one of julia roberts films (i forgot the title, but she was paired with hugh grant. julia played a superstar in the film, hugh grant was a bookstore owner. they met and fell in luv. what else?) -- when you say nothing at all.
the woman was obviously touched by this gesture, she kissed him on the lips and they danced lyk a high school couple attending their first prom.
then the singer greeted them happy 25th anniversary. (totally, lyk, gross in my book. who in his/her right mind would spend twenty five years with just one person? when there are tons of gorgeous people out there? outrageous!)
i left after that. my poor heart can only take so much sweet.
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while dancing to adelle's rolling in the deep in another crowded bar full of teenies and tweenies, i realized that i would never have that experience. with my fickle heart (do i have one?, i wonder), i doubt if i would ever spend six months of my life with someone. i will probably end up killing him or myself after that.. chos.
but.
yes, there is a but.
there are some people i can probably spend twenty five months, no sweat, without breaking a leg or a heart (so no insurance needed, no need to hedge a bet):
i maybe the most romantic person on earth, but romance is allergic to me. the feeling is mutual.
a few tables away from me was a couple -- in their fifty's -- dancing joyfully to every song by the filipino band. the woman looked splendid in a black, but not so tiny, dress. one shoulder was bare. the length was just enough to show a little of her well shaped legs. she has long, curly hair that swayed to the beat as well. she was beautiful, asian. the man was wearing a grey suit, a westerner. they were both trim, firm and graceful dancers.
after a few songs, the man approached one of the guitarists on the stage and whispered something on his ear. my guess was right, he asked him to play a love song, the theme song from one of julia roberts films (i forgot the title, but she was paired with hugh grant. julia played a superstar in the film, hugh grant was a bookstore owner. they met and fell in luv. what else?) -- when you say nothing at all.
the woman was obviously touched by this gesture, she kissed him on the lips and they danced lyk a high school couple attending their first prom.
then the singer greeted them happy 25th anniversary. (totally, lyk, gross in my book. who in his/her right mind would spend twenty five years with just one person? when there are tons of gorgeous people out there? outrageous!)
i left after that. my poor heart can only take so much sweet.
&&&&
while dancing to adelle's rolling in the deep in another crowded bar full of teenies and tweenies, i realized that i would never have that experience. with my fickle heart (do i have one?, i wonder), i doubt if i would ever spend six months of my life with someone. i will probably end up killing him or myself after that.. chos.
but.
yes, there is a but.
there are some people i can probably spend twenty five months, no sweat, without breaking a leg or a heart (so no insurance needed, no need to hedge a bet):
(thailand's mario maurer)
(tom ford's muse jon kortajarena. watch him in a single man and weep.)
(leo decaprio's obsession - the cuddly armie hammer)
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