Always in pursuit of something, that’s my state of mind.

Blogging to the tune of Bless the Broken Road
interpreted by Carrie Underwood for AI4

In the span of four months I have fallen in love with a British guy; gotten my hopes up for a Welsh man; was told by another British guy that he likes me and he likes me a lot; was indecently proposed to by an Australian Aborigine; and now have fallen yet again…

Friends, I have been very busy and sick the past three weeks. Busy with my new amore. An amore who I wish will be mine forever. I don’t know where to begin my story or which part of that story would be interesting enough for you guys to enjoy. What I can say is that I have not been happier and more satisfied in my love life before this day.

Joshua is Pinoy. I met him through Winnie, Project Manager for Consunji’s 7 Stones project here in Boracay. He said he’s been interested to meet me way before when his ex-girlfriend’s mom, Aday, my headache of a staff at the salon, would be telling bad stuff about me to him. He is an electrician for construction works. (Yes, Adrian, construe) And he isn’t bad looking either, as my friend, Jing-jing, said “In fairness, may itsura.” His family’s roots are from Boracay but he grew up in Manila. He was a Political Science Scholar at the Adamson University, unfortunately financial situations didn’t permit him to finish his course. Now he does contracting in small construction works for different individuals and establishments and mainly does electrical jobs.

During the first few weeks of our courtship, I told him that he should be careful not to fall in love with me because I’m nuts and I’m broken. He didn’t say anything nor did he try to fix me but he stayed with me during the craziest moments of my Boracay love song. Until one Saturday night, as I was telling my friend, Louella, about my Pinoy suitor, she told me “You should tell him not to see you anymore, if you really don’t want him.”

And true, I was just being selfish as I kept him near while I go around flirting with different flirtables. But Louella’s words hit me like lightning: I do want him already. I guess it was the attention he showered me; the fruits he brought for me; his quick responses to my texts; his patience to withstand my crazies; him.

My brain is telling me not to follow my heart; that once again my heart is making me think and do crazy things. However, this could be my one great love. No one knows the road ahead, anyway. I’d rather thread the unknown holding hands with the man who may love me more than I can ever love him back.

Lesson learned: Nobody loves like a Pinoy man.

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