Perfecting the act

"Bakit wala ka pang girlfriend?"

That is the question I dreaded most when I meet new people, okay, girls. If there's one thing left untouched by the law school stress and boredom in this life, that is my social life. I still manage to go out every week, drink with friends and random people and be carefree. Of course the consequence are also great- cases left unread, wallet left starving and acting gone trained. Technically, there is no pretending since that's my normal personality, but when the talks come to issues on relationships, questions on sex life, my half baked rationale makes the stage crumble and shake.

"Come on, spill it."

When the booze comes pouring and the smoke gets in your eyes, you know you have to be at your best(read: be cautious). Although alcohol never gets into my nerves easily, drunk conversation are reasons why there are talks of of the town the next day. And to be known as a great pretender is the publicity I don't need now.

"I mean, you have everything to make a girl fall."

You can't just throw up when stage fright catches you. But during this time of the conversation, it gets nauseating to actually get on your knees and continue the role. Flirting girls are flirting girls. Legs start to widen, lips get wet from licking tongues, and provocative talks fill the air with libido. But god knows how slut my friends are and how immune I am with this kind of situation.

"If you really want to, you can find the time to commit."

I hate explaining why I don't want to enter into a relationship. This entry is no exception.

"Saka, unlike female law students, you guys don't have to worry you might be intimidating girls."

There is this story in law school that creeps the women. According to the story, a group of law students from our school went to a bar. A group of guys approached them and asked their names. The conversation went well but the guys asked what's making the girls busy. The girls, proud, said "Oh we are law students from *bleep". The guys nodded their head and said their goodbyes. The next time they went to that bar, the girls introduced themselves as nursing students.

"You know you can always call me."

This is the part where the lights are supposed to dim and the curtains to fall. But this act is different. In this play, the actor finishes his role only when the lights go out and he is left alone.

I am seldom left alone.

1 comment:

  1. Such a good metaphor. Appropriate and descriptive. I sometimes feel like I'm in a play. Rehearsing a part for an indifferent, or even antagonistic, audience.