Today I'm getting married.
Nope, not to that actress....not either to that supermodel like beauty......not even to the cute chinita girl who despite knowing I'm the groom had been flirting with me since I saw her coming in.
I don't want to brag but I'm pretty sure I'm a good catch....I work full time for a law firm and when I'm not out defending those who couldn't defend themselves, I do international modelling in Italy and New York. So yeah, I am quite a good catch.
But today, I am a groom to the most beautiful and sweetest girl I have ever met. She's not sexy, quite on the heavy side actually, she's not chinita but has the most tantalizing eyes that when you look at them, its like looking at a sunflower in full bloom. She's not tall either, just about up to my shoulders. She owns and run a business, they own a piggery to be exact.
I can still remember the very first time I met her, there was a fiesta and I volunteered to pick up the lechon. I guess being born gorgeous, I grew accustomed to expecting girls who are too at awe to my gorgeousness that being out of words or a blank gaze is just one of the few reaction they do at my presence. But day one and she did the exact opposite, she didn't as much look at me long enough to know I have been smiling at her and just handed me the receipt. I left her shop feeling.....for the first time....rejected!
At home that same day, as expected all the girls ages 7 to 40 have been wanting to have a chance to get "to know me" and the first question they ask, "so are you single?" There were some really pretty ones too and equally gorgeous but its that girl who rudely rejected my awesomeness was all i could think of.
The next morning, lo and behold....its her! I bet she came to apologize and beg for my attention. I washed my face and changed to a more silhouette shirt that shows off a bit of my six pack...and pretended to not see her.
"Enrico, ano ka ba namang bata ka, mag salwal ka nga" (apparently my lola's idea of "salwal" means something that covers my legs and my boxers isn't doing that now) I still smiled at her but she just gave me the same cold smirk, "Lola, pinabibigay ni mama." (from the looks of it she handed over a dish they cooked and i think i just heard my tummy grumble at affirmation)
"Tell your mama, salamat and wag kayo mawawala mamayang gabi ah!"
Strike 2.....grrr! what's up with that girl? is she blind?- was all i could think of. If she's trying to play hard to get well she's winning.
That night was the fiesta or what my lola calls, "Sayawan" which apparently mean to dance. I dunno if it was my tall stature or my gorgeousness but all the girls who was haggling around me the other night were too busy to even talk to me. I end up doing the only thing I know I atleast can do....I ate. I was surrounded by empty chairs and tables, no one even as much try to talk to me.
"Ang suplado naman niya eh."
"Boring kausap, masarap lang siyang tingnan"
"Walang kwenta kausap"
I overheard girls say and I actually felt embarrassed. Then as I was about to head home,
"Would you like to dance?" I was so happy to hear someone actually noticing me but my smile faded when I looked to see who it was. It was her.
"I'm not asking you coz I like you, coz I don't. I am asking you coz i like the song and it would feel weird to dance in this song by myself." She made sense so I held her hand and we walked to dancefloor. It was a slow dance, at first we were swaying sideways facing each other, she seemed embarrassed. Being the man, i slowly held her hand and placed it on my shoulders and my hands wrapped around her waist. I felt her waist stiffen, she was clearly nervous. "I don't bite" I told her and soon as our eyes meet, "But I could kiss" and in that spark of a moment, I did. The kiss was just a small part of the magic i felt, that very moment, I didn't want to let go and as my arms drew her closer, my kiss have become harder and deep.
The next day, I had to go back to Manila and without our farewells, I left. Despite seeing beautiful girls and dating models, it was still that kiss....that one magical moment. I never wanted it to end, so I hopped on to a plane days after leaving I was back to her.
And today, we are getting married.
She asked me, "Why me? Why choose me?" And I said, "All my life, people assume what I need and what I should have but never once did they ask me a question. You were the first person who cared enough to ask. I could say no but what struck me the most was that in that moment, you made me feel like I exist. That simple gesture made me feel human, you woke up that sleeping beauty in me. You bring back life to my heart"
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