Annahilated

Small World?

Who would have thought that two of my friends, who do not exactly move in the same circles, know the same guy and arranged me a blind date with him? Had I not found out, I would have gone on two blind dates with the same guy!

I attended the binyag of my roommate’s youngest son, my 4th inaanak to date. She’d introduced to me a guy she’d been trying to set me up with for the past couple of years. The guy and I never really get to go out. Back then he was an intern, while I was busy on the campaign trail. I assumed the guy had married, or, at least, have a steady girlfriend by now. Apparently, he doesn’t, and Ayen is still in this freaky match-making bent. I think she’s sort of hoping some of her posse would end up with her hubby’s friends (then we’d all go on holiday trips together ahahaha). Anyway, Ayen is by far the least subtle of all people, the kind who makes a big production of everything. So, the minute she got me cornered (well not exactly cornered as I was standing near the gifts’ table out front) called out to ‘the guy’ to hurry over and then promptly left us alone to get, er, acquainted, while the rest of the pack were pretending not to eavesdrop on our conversation.

As is typical of me in a stressful situation (yes it is very stressful to be put on the spot) I tried to wing it, albeit in a rather fidgety manner (hand gestures and a lot of shoulder shrugs). It was actually kind of funny we were standing somewhat 3 feet apart (I’m pretty sure I stepped back after the handshake) and we were kinda moving in circles, literally. I was standing near an industrial fan, or at least it felt like one, but somehow ended up infront of the thing and my hair was blowing all around me (I could picture my hair fanning about my face, it made a horribly funny picture), a good number fell into my mouth actually, so I had to step away. He had to change positions, too, so he would be facing me. We could have just sat down in one of the tables, but neither of us thought of it. So, we stood there making small talk, until my bra strap started to fall off my shoulder (uh-oh…must be because of the shrugging). I tried to discreetly pull it up to no avail. I was wearing one of those button-down shirt with short sleeves and my strap was just a centimeter away from flashing the world of its lacy existence. I really, really needed to pull it up, the kind where you have to actually reach down your collar to do it. By then I’d lost track of the conversation as I was debating whether I’d actually dare reach down and pull my strap or to excuse myself. So, while he was in the middle of something, I mumbled a lame, “I need to get to the toilet,” and rushed off (oh god!). It took me a while to get out for I discovered I also tracked candle drops on my red Mango slacks! I’m spotting white polka dots on both knees. Ahh! It took me a while to get them off and by the time I got back, he had already joined his friends.

Then to my surprise, I saw a vaguely familiar face in their table. Marvin (Mumty’s lovey)? A week ago, Mumty told me of setting me up with this doctor guy and had given me a good description of him, but forgot to mention the guy’s name or that he’s Marvin’s buddy. Geezus, but the description fit ‘this guy’ to a T! Alarm bells started to ring in my head and I had this urge to start giggling.I just had to ask if the guy in red is Marvin, and so he is, which means the guy Mumty told me about is the same guy that Ayen is trying to set me up with, a guy who happens to be a friend of both their loveys (It turned out Marvin and Carlo, Aileen’s husband, are childhood friends) .
Ain’t it funny, both of my friends, who’re unaware of each other’s existence, would match me up with same guy? Ayen said it’s fate (harummph!); I should go out with this ‘guy’. Er, yeah, we never even made it to the part where we get to exchange numbers.

posted by annahilated @ 2:28 AM