Prepare for Trouble, Make it…

… no not double. More like N-tuple, N being a natural number greater than four.

It’s no secret - I’m a pretty lonely guy with his heart on his sleeve. So I guess the world can’t blame me for jumping at every feasible-looking chance of having someone to share my life with. It’s I dunno, human nature to look for companions I guess. Either that or I’m just one very sad desperate individual who’d jump at anything. But anyway. Back to Trouble. Wait. TroubleS more like it. Yes, plural. Because I’m a masochist like that.

Like :3. A romance with her is hardly a good idea, considering her/my/our circumstances. Yet there I was (and maybe/most likely still am), interested in her for a lot of reasons that may make you go roll your eyes in disgust of the creature I’ve devolved to beacuse of her. She’s not drop dead gorgeous; some people may be put off by her er, imbalanced features but as some famous author said more often than not the imperfections make the person more perfect. And her attitude - she’s got spunk, that much I can say. And she’s a good person - kind of heart and all that pizazz. But she’s attached. Yay.

Then :^D. Now *she’s* a lot of trouble packed in a waifish frame. Reading about her past is like riding in a human-sized hamster ball rolling down from Baguio while peeling an alien onion. Alien because it won’t ONLY make you cry while you peel off a layer - it’d make you go ‘aaawwww’, ‘ohnoohgodno’, ‘whattabitch’ and other emotions, not necessarily in that order. She’s a Matryoshka doll if anything - you’d never know what’s inside the current layer you’re looking at. And I think she’s got this tendency to lie; then again who am I in her life anyway?

Another one, 8^D. Ah, now this one is as they say, ‘malabo pa sa malabo’. She says one thing and does another, she goes off from one tangent to the other. And rather high maintenance, in a fragile flower way. It’s not that remote a possibility that she’ll faint in the middle of nowhere. I wish I was kidding.

There’s ^.^. She’s well, a rockstar. No kidding, she lives two-thirds of the rockstar motto (sex, drugs and rock-n-roll - you pick which one she’s not living) and she looks like ^.^. in real life. Well, usually anyway. One time she met another rockstar, she went from ^_^ to >_< to @_@. Awesome voice to boot too; the type you won’t get tired of listening to even after a few hours. But she’s got a lot of vices. Well, she *is* a rockstar, what do you expect? I think she’s got a cute pair of DSLs too; I just wish she stops smoking, she seems to be a good kisser and by God I so want to try her out.

Then there’s X^D. Because my correspondence with her is peppered with ‘haha’, ‘hehe’ and its iterations. And she speaks like that in real life. But she’s no idiot - she knows her stuff. But beyond that, she’s well, X^D. Sabaw na kung sabaw.

There’s 8^O. She’s like… a female version of Jupiter (the planet) sans the mass - gas planet with a rocky core. She’s an airhead extraordinare yet I have this feeling that there’s a lot of intelligence buried under all that er, airheaded-ness. Now if only she’d allow me to mine and see for myself… or I nut up and finally ask her out before she leaves my orbit for good. Maybe I’m just scared that it’ll turn out to be a waste of time and/or she leaves before something blooms into something wonderful.

Another one, V^.^. She’s pretty and smart. Has a pretty bad taste too. She still insists on standing up beside the man who’s no longer making her happy. So instead of V^.^ she’s now either Wo_o , L-_- or even T_T. Truth be told, I feel kinda bad - I was the guy who encouraged her to run with the ball and trust her heart for once. Now I’m half-scared she’d go from T_T to x_x==/< because of that douche. Yes this paragraph is sooo biased. So sue me. And yes, I’m willing to be the bad guy, the proverbial devil’s advocate so she’d finally dump the guy. I’m not saying she’ll be happy with me, but by god I’d do my best to make her happy.

8^.D however takes the cake in this batch. She’s very bad news. VERY. And yet we seem to be a good match; we understand each other’s quirks, I think we read each other well enough, we get along just fine. But she still prefers sticking to her idiot of a boyfriend. No that’s not biased - he really is an idiot at times that even 8^.D goes *facepalm*. I’m tempted to say she’s just playing coy but I suspect she’s not really interested. Well, I’m not that much of a catch I suppose.

So there. Yes, I sound like a loser. Probably I am. Ah well. Maybe I’ll write more about them one of these days. Yes my life is so boring.