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CONFESSION #10: STUTTERING AND SPACING OUT TOO MUCH IN FRONT OF HIM

CONFESSION #10: STUTTERING AND SPACING OUT TOO MUCH IN FRONT OF HIM

All thoughts left me.

My sense of coherency, if it does exist, went out of the window.

This gorgeous specimen is in front of me and I have absolutely no clue how to respond to him.

WAIT.  How the fudge does he know my name? This is one thing that I need to clear up first so I decided to ask him.

"So.. uh.."

"You like the gift?", he asked me while walking my way, but you know, a more appropriate description of the way he walks is prowling, kinda like a lion stalking his prey.

Gift? What's a gift? I'm getting dumb in his presence. This is soooooo not good.

"What gift?", I asked him back.

"That. The one you're wearing.", he said pointing to my necklace.

"Oh. How'd you know this is a gift? The airport boy mistakenly gave it to me, insisting that this is for me when he doesn't even know the name of the person he should give this to. It's so pretty I can't let it be wasted so per my best friend's advice, I used it.", I was playing with the pendant all the while telling him all of this and looking at him with question in my eyes.

He just smiled at me sheepishly and said, "Good. I thought it's a fitting gift after you gave me your dog tag."

MY DOG TAG.  It was really mine. No more doubts. No more suspicions. No more guessing game.

I am the Angel he's talking about. Or maybe I'm one of the two angels he's talking about. I remembered the interview they had and he talked about his "mystery girl".

There's a part of me that wants to jump because of so much joy while the other part, the saner one, is wondering what now?

"You really like it? Thank God. I had a hard time finding a gift that would suit you. Good thing we passed by this jewelry store in Bangkok and the moment I saw that, I knew it'd look beautiful on you."

CUE IN:  Awkward flattered laugh and then gasping in shock.

"HA HA. Thank you. Ohkay, This is sooo surreal. Can you gimme a few minutes to take all of this in?", I said while waiving my hands for emphasis.

"Okay.", he said while settling in the lover's seat across the table I'm currently sitting in.

After about TEN seconds of silence, I said, out loud if I may add:

"I GIVE UP. I CAN'T TAKE THIS ALL IN. ARGGGH. THIS IS TOO MUCH. MY BRAIN CAN'T HANDLE IT. I WANNA FREAK OUT. ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!! NOPE, I'M NOT GONNA FREAK OUT AND MAKE HIM THINK I'M CRAZY WHICH IS HIGLY PROBABLE GIVEN THE SITUATION I'M IN RIGHT NOW!"

I then decided to end my very weird speech by banging my head on the table.

Then there was laughter, rather, there was somebody laughing. At me. I believe. So I lifted my head and looked at him with inquiring eyes and one raised eye brow.

"You look so adorable."

"When you call me adorable, I feel like I'm stupid and not adorable at all.", I answered him back. Frankly, I should be given an award now. My celebrity crush is complementing me and I managed not to erupt in a series of inhumane giggles.

"Thought you're angelic and all that as your name suggests. Guess you've got some spunk, huh?"

"Course I do if I didn't MY life would be overly boring and I might have died a long time ago."