Now in line with the annual event at PMA, I will post a sharing..
I used to have an extreme crush on someone who went to be a cadet. He is an officer now in service and is much more attractive but I seem to have lost that affection towards him before he graduated from the academy. Cheap as you may call it but we started out as textmates way back when they were denied of cellphones inside the school and having textmates seem to be a craze among teenagers.. Yes that is a Yes -this story was way back my teenage days.
I will not tell you how exactly I came to know him but I will share the experience how our roads first met. Now I will say that some of the cadets who are so thirsty for affection often ask their "friends" for numbers of prospective girls to flirt with. This guy and me do have one friend in common and maybe out of jest, gave my number to the guy introducing me as a lady studying in Manila. Everything he told him were right: that I hailed from Sagada and that I am studying at UP Diliman and that I love singing and that I know so and so.. Now it turned that this guy is not that too eager type who immediately calls and is not specifically asking me to describe myself making me unaware of the situation our friend pushed us into.
Months passed with us going well with our communication-especially the heavy texting sessions during weekends talking about all nonsense. From usual texting came sweet texting seasoned with the "kumain ka na ba " or "gising na po tayo" drama. I always laugh when I recall that I was a teenager once and that I really acted like one. It makes me feel shame each time I walk memory lane.
Came the time when he started professing love which made me very surprised. I now fully understood the situation and it kept me wondering up till now how in the world did we not discuss gender or made hints.. or maybe we were just engrossed with the heavy sweet talks that we completely ignored every signal. Neither did we check each others friendster account to check on the identity of each other. We settled on the emotions solely elicited by our imagination of who we are sending messages to and the personality reflected by the replies. I would confess that up till the time my phone got stolen, I still kept all his "valuable" messages.
Semestral break came and he pleaded to see me in Baguio of which I obliged. What I did not oblige to was his plan for a date in Pangasinan for I know what might happen once we see each other. I had doubts that he might get mad once he realizes he has been duped and might be blaming me for pretending that I am a lady instead of a great goddess. I hesitated at first to meet him but I trusted my imaginations of his personality.
We met at a restaurant in Baguio. He did not seem surprised to see a more handsome guy in place of a lady he recently started courting through text. I later learned that a month before our meet-up, he had his suspicions of the joke made by our friend. He already confirmed it and was just testing me if I have no participation on the bad joke that hit him terribly. He confessed that he loved the illusion of me.. He admired the words of wisdom of someone who is not actually me. Yet he was happy that I was innocent of the case.. well not completely but innocent enough.
Up to today we do have a good friendship and we see each other from time to time. After our meet up I confessed I developed a crush on him. He called and we just laughed it off. He shared that I should have taken the opportunity when he professed his love. Yet we stayed as friends.. the sending of messages did not falter and just developed into full conversations over the phone. I would help him in his research and theme papers while he helped me in my Math. I was his imaginary GF and he was my imaginary BF.
