Eyeball

I have been perpetually burdened with single friends for too long.

Once again, as a testament to my friendship to another classmate, which I call Jane Doe, I had to accompany her as she waited to meet her textmate, a policeman assigned in Zamboanga del Norte who is in town for the weekend. Being her sidekick, I was the back-up plan. Should she not like to spend time in the company of her textmate, I’m supposed to remind her that we still had somewhere to go and leave the poor guy alone.



Here's me and my friend.



So, we were there, waiting for the guy when here comes in this fat, lousy-looking guy in a big shirt, scruffy jeans and sandals. He scanned the area, as if looking for someone. My friend and I were just silent, almost afraid to call attention to ourselves . I kept thinking, "My goodness, aren’t policemen supposed to look at least clean and respectable?" And then the guy went in to the nearby computer shop. And finally, we both had to release a huge sigh of relief and then burst into laughter.

"If he walked up to us and told me he was my textmate, I swear, I’ll tell him that I’m not the one he’s looking for."

Poor shmuck. But actually, it turns out that we got the worst end of the deal since the guy did not show up. Hahaha…

And then I remembered that this wasn’t the first time I’ve been the sidekick in an eyeball. My highschool friend and gimik buddy, used to drag me to meet this guy her friend had wanted to set her up with. To make the long story short, I had to contend to be in the company of about five guys who looked like they were in their late thirties until 5 ‘o clock in the morning, just so my friend wouldn’t be left the only girl alone in their company. Think DOMs and GROs in short.

Thank God, she’s now married.