Meat bet

I lost a bet I've made with Sunshine. Last week, over dinner (well, I had dinner, she had beer - gurl on a mission she was!) I kept talking about dating someone seriously (as in no-sex-until-after-commitment serious stuff) and she sort of blurted "I'd give you a weekend!". As stubborn as she is, I said I can do it - see someone without fooling around. For a month.

She was right! Well..almost. I lasted over the weekend naman, but was 28 days short of the month I needed to give up sex just to get free steak at Gaudi.

However, I couldn't be more proud of myself for walking my talk. A few hours after I gave up on that steak and gave in to raw meat, I had a long talk with an old college friend PE about his falling in love with someone who, in my mind, is obviously not into him as much.

The story goes like this: PE meets nice guy at the gym, call gym guy NU. PE and NU started dating, then started sleeping together. A few weeks later, PE is singing love songs, but NU is uncomfortable and is non-committal about everything. In short, PE is in love, NU isn't. At least from where I'm sitting the later's definitely just fooling around. But PE, girl at heart, is in love. And he's wearing his heart on his sleeves. And he wanted to talk things out. Parang si Sunshine, always needed to talk things out. End result? Unhappiness and discontent about the state of things.

My advice to PE? Move one, go back to your old ways. Sleep with as many as you can, sex can be a panacea to many things that inflict mere mortals like us, including infatuation and possibly, love.

Am not jaded (not yet anyway), but I see things differently this time. My first impression of NU is that he's a fuck-and-go kind of guy. Hell, he's been cruising us (me and my friend AQ) at the gym, and only one thing kept me (us) from doing something about it: I knew just in time that NU is seeing PE, and no matter how hot any guy is, I wouldn't touch what's on a friend's platter unless willingly and rightfully offered for a taste. In this case, PE didn't know that I knew, and I would have kept it that way if not for this "situation".

Ah, the situation. Why do we always NOT ask the relevant questions? If it was a one-night-stand, it's not relevant who's paying for his posh apartment, his nice car or his designer rugs. But for something labeled as "serious" and "different'?

And what is this thing about NOT even asking if he's already with someone? Yeah, I'm guilty as hell, but I've learned my lessons. ASK! It's easy enough - "Are you single?" How difficult is that?

And listen to this: I love you. But there can't be an "us". Huh?

Enough! He's stringing you along. That sliver of hope? It's you, trying to hold on to something that wasn't really there. He's just not into you. As Saint Augustine put it, "To err is human, to persist in error is devilish".

Now, have an ice cream. Oh, Sunshine, since I'm getting you ice cream at the Pen, you wouldn't mind if I don't give you that DVD of your super favorite series for your birthday...what's that called? The one with McDreamy...ahhhmmm well, yeah, Grey's what? Hmm yeah, ice cream na lang...?