CPA Bum

(This is a repost and not my own write-up so I’m not taking any credit for it. I can’t find the source lang eh. I just found this in my junk of files. Hehe. Read down ‘cause you might somehow relate.)

She’s the one you call when you’re bored because she makes you laugh.

She’s the one you talk to when you’re feeling down because she’s willing to lend an ear and be a friend. 

She’s the one you call when you need a date to your company’s Christmas party, or to go dancing with on a Saturday night. 

She’s the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you find “The One”. You know, the one who you keep around in the meantime. She’s not one of the boys, but you don’t look at her as a “real” woman, either. 

She’s not bad enough, moody enough, or sexy enough to be seen in that light. She’s too laid-back, too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused by. She’s too understanding, too comfortable – she doesn’t make you feel nervous or excited the way a “real” woman does.  

But she’s cool, and nice, and funny, and attractive enough that when you’re lonely or horny and need intimate female companionship, she’ll do just fine. You don’t have to wine and dine her because she knows the real you already, and you don’t have any facades to keep up, no pretenses to preserve. 

You’re not trying to get anything of substance out of her. She’s not easy, but you know that she cares about you and is attracted to you, and that she’ll give you the intimacy you need. And you know you don’t have to explain yourself or the situation, that she’ll be able to cope with the fact that this isn’t the beginning of a relationship or that there’s any possibility that you have any real romantic feelings for her. 

It won’t bother her that you’ll get up in the morning, put on your pants, say goodbye, and go on a date with the girl you’ve been mooning over for weeks who finally agreed to go out with you. 

She’ll settle for a goodbye hug and a promise to call her and tell her how the date went. She’s just so cool … why can’t all girls be like that?! 

But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don’t because to you, the situation between the two of you isn’t important enough to merit any real thought), you know that it’s really not fair. 

You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points and all the fun you two have, you don’t think she’s good enough to spend any real time with. 

Sure, it’s mostly her fault, because she doesn’t have to give in to your needs – she could play the hard-to-get asshole like the rest of them do, if she really wanted to. But you and she both know that she probably couldn’t pull it off. Maybe she’s too short, or a little overweight, or has a big birthmark on her forehead, or works at Taco Bell. Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of really great qualities but has left out the ones that guys want (or think they want) in a girl. 

So she remains forever the funny friend, the steadfast companion, the secret lover, and you go on searching for the girl of your dreams who will somehow be everything you ever wanted in a girl. 

You’ll joke to her that she should be the bridesmaid at your wedding, and she’ll laugh and make a joke about getting drunk even before she makes the toast. She doesn’t captivate you with her looks or open doors with her smile. Mainly she blends in with the crowd. She’s safe. She doesn’t want to be the center of attention and turn the heads of everyone in the room. But she wants to turn someone’s head. She wants to be special to someone, too. We all do. She has feelings. She has a heart. 

In fact, she probably has a bigger and better heart than any girl you’ve ever known because she’s had a front-row seat to The Mess That Is Your Life, and she likes you anyway. She obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you’ve given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is. 

Anyway, yeah. I’m a Meantime Girl. Been one more times than I care to admit. I don’t know the reason, really, and at this point I don’t even care. I just want to let every guy who’s ever had the good fortune to have a Meantime Girl know that we may be a lot of fun, but we cry, too. A lot. 

And someday we won’t be around.

As Rihanna sings it, we found love in a hopeless place. I’ve got my own version with the lyrics “I found friends in a hopeless place.”

It’s been six Fridays that I was practically out, drinking, dancing, and chilling with my new found friends from the office. I couldn’t think of any other way to survive the past weeks without these people. They made me forget (even just for a night) all the worries and pressure that work voluntarily provided me. Each Friday was never the same as the other. It actually got even better as each week went by. They didn’t offer me much, only just non-stop laughing, drinking and bonding sessions, which who would have wanted and needed, right? Yes! ME, actually! And everyone else. :)

We were only three when we first went out. Apparently, it turned out oooh-so-well that made us come back the next Friday, which didn’t fail us either. Until it became a habit. Now, we go and bring in some friends so that we can share the happiness and gladness the whole bonding provides us. It has everything to do with the people you’re with, the place you’re at, the humor each has, the ability to speak up & tell stories, and the willingness to go home early the next morning. Hahaha. Bad vibes are strictly prohibited.

To my new found friends, I’m grateful for the friendship that we had made. Thank you for keeping up with me when I couldn’t stop myself from dancing while all of you were already tired! Hahaha. Your faces then were epic, I couldn’t forget! Hahaha!

Here are some photos I gathered from Facebook:

I MISS MY FRIENDS.

It was my first time at Rue Bourbon, happened on the last two days of November. Haha. It was a spontaneous drink night. Apparently, one of my friends felt so sad and we just simply had to comfort her. Haha. Good thing that the next day was declared as a holiday. It was okay to drink and spend some time having fun after weeks of being committed to work. Haha.

I’ve heard good reviews about this restaurant. Reasonable price, delicious foods… Indeed, it was all true.

Then we went to get a couple of coffee at Starbucks. I was so happy to see my good friend Sheela, a.k.a. WEH. It so happened that she was also around the area. We were really meant to meet. See, even if my phone got drained, we accidentally met outside the bar haha.

Btw, this was the day I bumped into Diether Ocampo, too! At Cantinetta in Burgos Circle. He was O-M-G hot! The chest was to die for. LOL.

P.S. Yes, I went out for a gimmik on a backpack. Hahaha!

“The road to a friend’s house is never too long.”

I’ve known only few friends who could actually drive me home when I couldn’t, i.e. drunk or unsafe to travel alone. I’ll always be thankful for these people. It’s very rare, I tell you! I used to think how difficult it’s become to live outside Metro Manila but, on a brighter side„ I get to realize who really CARES.

I usually bring a car when going out cos I don’t want to worry how will I suppose to go and arrive home safe. However, one time, drinks went over my hands and I got a little tipsy. I knew I couldn’t drive properly but didn’t have a choice cos the people I was with didn’t bother to offer a helping hand. (Yeah, things kind of suck like that sometimes.) I was so nervous and promised myself to not ever do that again. (Promises are made to be broken.) Anyway, so what happened? Nothing bad. I was lucky to be the only car on the road. And even luckier to not pass by any person with an intention of crossing the streets before me. I got home safe, praise God!!

Aside from the “don’t drink and drive” moral lesson of my story, I want to point out that true caring friends are very rare and hard to find. Most people fake it. Some couldn’t even careless of what you’re going through, much less of your safety. They can remind you to “take care” all they want just for the sake of it. But to really wait for your message to know you arrived home safe? Very seldom happens! So this I say, when it happened, treasure and cherish that friend of yours because he/she is definitely for keeps.

Friends who offer you their shelter for a sleepover is another story. But also the same, they are for keeps. :)

I’m thankful. They may not be many but I know I can count on them when I need the most… Cos they care.

As a matter of fact, these can actually represent my whole last week. I had a mix of randomness, spontaneity and awesomeness!

I’ll tell more about the stories next time. For now, analyze these pictures for innate awesomeness! Hihi.