EMancipations

The attributes of a perfect man, well, ideal probably. (EmtheJaguar version) 

He who smells good that will make you wish to be beside him, inhaling his air, whenever he is away.

He who got that knock-out smile that will make taking pictures with him way more than fun.

He who got the height that will make you go on tippy-toes and have you raise your head just to see his face clearer and better.

He who has that soft hand that you would kill to interlace your fingers with every now and then.

He who has that soothing voice that will make you stop talking and just listen to whatever he is saying

He who can dance that will make any music danceable, so long as it will be with him.

He who read books that will make you say “awww”  for he knows what happy endings are made of.

He who wears polos, polo shirts, and knits on casual days that you can tag him along to any occasion without him needing to change. Most of all, he is presentable enough to be readily introduce to anyone random

He who watches TV series like One tree hill for he knows how to sweep a girl off her feet.

He who is a loving son and a good brother for this is how a girl gauges how good he takes care and respects significant people. 

He who can make you laugh and smile over silly shallow matters for time will never be dull with him around

He who has a sport (other than DOTA) that will make you his number one fan and the ultimate cheerleader

He who would choose to spend time with you rather than hitting the gym or partying that will make being with him worth while. But a man with ABS is still dreamy

He who can make you say “forever is easy and its all real” 

With all the movies and series watched by a girl her definition of ideal is made. That ideal man should be as hot as Chris Evans, as sweet as James Lafferty in one tree hill, and the perfect surprise will be a landscape garden in just like heaven.  A part of life that, in my opinion, every girl has to go through.

I am good in hiding and keeping secrets, especially those that involves how I feel and what I feel. And guilty as charged, I kept a shit even to my closest friends- the ulbods. I kept it for I am ashamed of what they will think of me. And that, still, up to now, I am confused and on rocky waters on what the shit really is. Are we? Or are we just? I don’t want assume and define whatever it is. I don’t want to read between the lines- the world knows what happens to those who abuse that privilege. I didn’t want them to know for he is not worth knowing. He has built a reputation not worth respecting. Not even the most handsome and charismatic man I know does what he does. It is just frustrating to realize how much of a narcissist he is. He loves himself so much that he uplifts himself through the number of girls he went out with. And it seems as though, he is keeping a list of the entire girls and crosses it out once it’s done. Growing through experience? Hmmm. I don’t know. And to even put sparkles on the shame, he is everybody’s common denominator. 

Agent A: “nalandi na niya siya, siya, ako at nilalandi niya siya.”

In all honesty, I was the “almost victim.” As Agent J said, risk for fall. And as Agent B quoted, “muntik ka na.”  Thanks to them, I was saved from becoming a damsel loving her distress. Just a little more push and few more efforts and tadaaaahhhh, look who is dumb founded- me. Agent L, who has always been beside me, hit me hard on the head on what the hell am I doing. But I didn’t listen. I let my ignorance and self trust rule over, and went through with it. Until, later today, I reflected through time. I have been the sweetest, the perfect and best, yet I didn’t settle for them. I set them aside like I always do. Where on earth did my wants go? Was I swept off my feet? Well he did a hell of a good job. I was nearly off the edge.

Now I know better. We are just and it will remain as that- not going further but could probably be going down.

It’s dropping time. Enough is enough. I am done waving figures of circles around his head.