Met someone nice this evening at a friend’s house warming party.
He’s a doctor who’s in Taiwan on a holiday. Rocker boy in high school, signed a record deal afterwards, but ended up taking up medicine and is currently practicing in one of the lowliest districts in New York because he likes dealing with “trauma” patients.
He’s pretty cute. Tall (and I like tall, impressed with people taller than I am) and well-versed. Seems that there’s a brain behind that pretty face of his. Good so far.
But freaking New York! That’s just one Pacific Ocean away (and will take years to swim over).
So it seems that another one bites the dust.
While other women have been excited to hand him their phone numbers/emails just in case they’re in the Big Apple, I have been less keen. Hence, I mingled with all the other guests, drank the cocktails and munched on the freshly baked sweet brownies and garlic nuts. Despite appearances however, I am interested, but seriously, at this point of my life, how can I be bothered?
He calls me passive after hearing how I deal with my relationships/friendships. But how could I not? Experience has taught me that if someone wants you, they’ll find you. Otherwise, you’re just a blur on their vacation.
At the very least, I hoped to make an impression by just being myself. Maybe it’s all folly — other women would have flirted and thrown themselves at him. Unlike pragmatic ol’ me who kept her distance and only approached when welcome. At present, I have no ways of contacting him. No email, no cell, no nothing — so nothing to hold onto even if there’s a rare chance to visit New York.
“Great to meet you,” I said as I waved my goodbyes at 2am in the morning. Must be silly, but I always think that it’s better to leave first than to be the one left behind. That’ll suck even more and you feel like shit when you get home.
So I say goodbye, walk a bit then close the door to that chapter despite my interest.
Then again, don’t think I’ve been as passive as I should have been.
He knows how independent I am, my philosophies of money (necessary up to a point… the rest are just fluff) and friendships (are cheap), and how passionate I am for the excitement of my job.
He knows I’m between cultures — Chinese who is born and bred in the Philippines, but lived in Taiwan and can assimilate between different environments. That I am perfectly content and mobile.
He knows how I have a pretty good clue on who I am, what I want and where I want to go. He critically tells me that I’m too pragmatic and that I should pour in more effort. Never really got the chance to dive into details, but for that, I would think that it really depends. When I find someone who is worth it, why not pour the effort? Never been able to do things half-assedly anyway, but never really got the chance.
Because once the attention has been shifted, I don’t wait. When it’s time to go because am tired, then it’s just time to go.
I hate good byes and those that come from after the club is closed, sucks the most. 🙁
So I leave. I hug, say goodbye and then leave.
Maybe I’ll see him again. Maybe not.
But then again, there’s always destiny in the making. He knows my name and we have mutual friends. If there’s enough to hook him and to think that am special, he should be able to find a way. Every guy does, and the only thing a girl gets by chasing a guy is heartache and wasted time.
So I live my life. Moving forward. Onward.
If he contacts me, great. Otherwise, oh well. Another one bites the dust.
But am I interested?
Hahaha, yes, you bet I am.
He is someone I would like to get to know better, but heck, the ball’s in a guy’s court. If he’s interested enough, he will call. Otherwise, thanks for the few hours, I had a great time, and wishing you a wonderful life ahead!
Hope you’ve enjoyed your weekend. Sayonara!