infinitepossibilities

it’s been thrice this month that well-meaning individuals flatly said that I need a boyfriend! reason. i live and breathe work. i’m practically at work most of the day, seven days a week.

strike one.
it’s a sunday. me and three other officemates came to our new office to make sure we have network and Internet connections come first day at work at the new office. tired and hungry after a long day’s work, i blurted out; "why are we doing this again? why are we here and not somewhere else?" came the reply of mahiwagang john: because you don’t have an option 2. "naa unta ka dapat option 2. dapat ma’am naa kay…" i knew what he had to say and I could only laugh him off in response. sakto?!?

strike two.
statuesque guard of the company coffers caught me working on a sunday. well, i was on guard duty to make sure that our new office is fit to receive foreign guests. mrs. k, obviously surprised at my presence, approached me and asked what I was doing in the office. you got it. my reply was because i’ve got a lot of stuff to finish. then came the unsolicited advice. "vet, it’s a sunday. you should be out spending time with your boyfriend. find one."

strike three.
half-day saturday at work. as useless, i didn’t shut down my computer as i was intent on staying and finishing at least one set. my boss, who’s leaving in the afternoon caught me and stood behind me, and said, "you need plenty of boyfriends so you’ll get away from work. you need six." adding kalamansi to the wound; good old DJ had to chime in "vet, go home now. find boyfriend now since tomorrow, you’ll work."

and i’m out.

just one thing. the xx me doesn’t have answers to why i remain single. i’ve got a lot of theories, but then again they’re theories not facts. as to the one xy, well — it’d be fun to know you. if and only if you exist and if you’re part of the mighty being’s plan for me. and buddy you’d have to tell me that you’re an xy.