YOUR GIRL- a late post

So, I met your girl. And I must admit that I didn’t like her at first. Could you blame me if girls after girls you had, none of them seemed brave enough to show who they really are? Could you blame me if I first doubted her—her sincerity? Could you blame me if after all of those girls that you had, I befriended none of them because they see me not as a friend but a THREAT?

I’m sorry if I had to act that way. I don’t think if you could blame me at all. After all, I never had good memories with any of your girls in the past. See, I even call myself a CURSE to you because of them. Good thing, this new one, Ms. Jy made me feel different.

I don’t know if there’s a need to defend myself—my actions that night. But to make things clear, I wanted to do it.. That was our first meeting—vis-à-vis. We were ONLINE friends, if you could call that one. she send me messages, I reply. She would tweet me, I’d tweet back—and it’s something I wanted to call social responsibility. See, I was so shocked. Being kissed by someone you just met—it ain’t good at all, right? We’re not close, you know that. I was even hesitant of meeting her. So, right then and there, I asked for alcohol. I HATE being KISSED by someone I am not acquainted with—much more, by someone I just met. and I was also thinking that it’s the peak of the fiesta so the thought of being kissed in the cheek by someone who might had eaten something with pork disgust me.

I’m not gonna say sorry. Not now, not ever. I did nothing wrong.