Analog Romance, Unexpurgated
While I recuperate from five days of enforced luxury and delectation (or as Migs put it, the Lifestyles of the Kobe Beef), here is a classic from the early ’90s: a letter sent to me by a reader, completely unedited. Have your friends over for beer and chips and stage a chamber reading.
Who Says Phone-pal is Fun?
Have you ever experience of having a boyfriend in phone? I mean, felling in love with someone you never seen before? Well, actually, I’m one of it. Sounds weird, isn’t? But, it’s true!
Having a friend in phone (or phone-pal) is nakakaaliw, specially ‘pag walang magawa. But my friends said, that ‘We don’t had to be serious about because we don’t even know if they are telling a truth or what. Basta the only thing you know is thay you are fond of talking with them. ‘If binobola ka nila, bolahin mo rin,'” they added. I know this kind of foolish thing will go nowhere because it’s only lokohan. But, lokohan for me became seryosohan when he came to my life, Gary.
Gary was the one who became my boyfriend in phone, one of Dingdong’s frind. Well, space is not enough to write if how Dingdong and I became pal. Basta the only thing I know was when Dingdong told me that he liked my company, he asked me a favor to call him. And so I did. But the one who answered the phone, was Gary. And that’s how our story began. We’ve been talked for a while, he asked my phone number, and he said that Dingdong’s number was his number too.
At first, well, masaya. Because he was so makuwento, madaldal, bolero, but malambing. Maloko? Yes! Because whenever I told him that I’m look tilapya, he said we’re compatible because siya naman daw, mukhang pla-pla. And he was honest. He admitted that he had a girlfriend already. But he said that they splitted for a while because her girl named Kay was too terribly possessive. And he added that I was a part of their trouble because once I called him, Kay was in his house. So they splitted for a moment.
Through phone, we became closed to each other. Until he courted me, saying some compliments, until he whispered the word “I Love You.” And he asked me to say that word too. I remember my friend told me that if the guy ask you to say that word, just do it na lang daw to make the conversation’s short. So, February 19, 10:55 p.m., was a moment when I told him that I love him too.
Pakikipagbolahan with him, I thought kaya ko. But, I was wrong. Because I felt something different when Gary told me that he and Kay got reconciled. I don’t know. But I was so upset and disappointed. Because one time when I called him, and Kay was in his house, he pretended he didn’t know me. So, the one who talked to me was his friend, Dingdong. But, despite of those things, I still tried to be nice with him./
Many days passed, Gary told me that he and Kay was no more. “Ang gulo niyo,” I told him. But then, he courted me again. He said we’re still on and we can continue our communications again. So he asked me to send him a picture. But before that, he asked me for a date saying that maybe I might be the one who could help him to forget Kay.
I know we’re just fooling ourselves. Pretending that both of us had a same feelings. But I knew it from the start that he really never had it eversince, neither a little. So I made a firm decision not to speak with him anymore. But before that, to complete his satisfactions, I sended him a picture.
Holy weekends, March 28, and. . .Gosh, What a surprised! It was Thursday morning when my Dad told me that there was someone who wants to speak with me, named Gary. I thought I was only dreamin. But then, when Ate Vern was in our house, he called me again. So, I asked my sister-in-law (Ate Vern) a favor that tell him I’m not here. But, on that night, when I was home alone, the phone rangs. I answered it and he knew my voice. He asked why I’m hiding him. And he said that he already received it. He added that my poem was cute, specially the picture. I never thought that he will love my poem, a poem that tells about him. And because of his too much gladness, he introduced me with his Aunties. They asked me if where do I live, how me and Gary became friend, and they’re inviting me to visits their place to meet them, specially him. And I was so flattered on that moment because I never thought that he will like me.
So, he always called me everynight, trying to beleive me how much I am really important to his life. And he said that his feeling for Kay was truly no more. Now, it was too late to realized that my feelings for him were getting back again. So, my planned, to hide him, became drawing.
Until one night, he asked me for a date. Because phone daw is nakakasawa na. I didn’t responsed because I was so confused what’s my bestfriend told me. And the more I became confused, was when everytime we’ve talked about meeting each other, I always feel he closed the door slowly for me. I asked him why? He said that paano na lang daw, if we’d met, and madisappointed daw ako sa kaniya. So, as much as possible, mangyari man daw iyon, makakarecover daw siya agad. So, I told him that it doesn’t matter what he lookslike. What is important for me is what he is inside. And I assured him, “Gary, I love you whatever and whoever you are.”
Actually, I really love to see him. Because I want to prove in a whole world that we’re not only a fantasies like a cartoons that we seens on T.V. I want all things be real, although I had some fears and doubts, looking for an answer if how can I be so sure, that his feelings for me is real and true.
So, what happened na? Sad to say, but the ending of our story is not maganda. Why? May 15 was a date that we had to meet. But it didn’t happen. Because I tried not to be in there, because I know he really don’t love me, nor even serious. And that’s how our communications staterted to cold. Of course, he did mad! At first, I tried to explain the reason why I didn’t came. And it works. He said that my doubts for him was wrong. So we still tried to planned for a date as our last chance. But, all of the sudden, his brother told me that he don’t want to speak with me anymore. I tried to asked him why, but he didn’t want to clear everything., nor even just to speak with me. I know I have some mistakes too, until it came to a point that. . . . .so hard to tell.
For being along in a few days, the words of my bestfriend Russell still whispering in my mind. Because all the words that she gave to me came true. She’s right! That Gary was not serious for me.
So, I confided my problems, to my Ate. She gave me of course, sermon, but some good and nice advices. And she told me that it isn’t important if who’s winner or loose because I have some faults too. And she added that think it na lang that it was only a bad dreams.
To see him face to face, madali lang iyon. In fact, one of my friends saw him, and she said that I’m not talo because Gary daw is not Gwapo. Should I had to smile? I know naman from the start that he’s not totally handsome. But despite of that, I still did love him. So, why should I? Anyway, for me, I don’t care what he lookslike, because I know, I’m nothing to him, eversince.
I know February 19 and a Holy Weekends still a memory in my heart. How could forget the one who taught me how to creat a poem, who gave me happiness when I was depressed, and who taught me how to be strong? How could I hate him? Well, I know a people like him is really hard to forget, specially that he’s one of my friends neighbor. But as I promised, someday, I’m going to see him. And I’m gonna thank him for all the good thing that he had done to me, and for being a part of his life.
They are right! Phone-pal is fun. But not all the time. Because you don’t even deserve it, to waist your time to someone you never know who really he is. Phone-pal? Not anymore. . . . .
X X X X
Baesa, Quezon, City
October 24th, 2006 at 15:27
naloka ako dito…hehehehe
hitsura ni Melanie Marquez
October 24th, 2006 at 17:47
jessica, just like fiction, the untrue romance. fun, but doom to fail, laughs. poor lass, but never will i put my foot down on her :>
October 24th, 2006 at 20:41
This is really wicked. Cracked me up – so funny because I went home last year and had an almost similar, but rather x-rated version of this experience. I picked up a phone one night from some demented woman who wanted to have phone sex with me. She was really good, that for 3 nights I was kind of excited to hear from her. I was also learning how to do it and was actually getting some perverse kick out of it – until she asked me out. Nah: what if she looks like your mom???
October 24th, 2006 at 21:56
As much as I wanna say the my appreciation for this piece is totally for irony’s sake, I actually found some of that to be quite touching and poetic in a way. O baka may hangover lang ako.
October 25th, 2006 at 09:53
“I always feel he closed the door slowly for me.”
“For being along in a few days, the words of my bestfriend Russell still whispering in my mind. ”
“How could forget the one who taught me how to creat a poem, who gave me happiness when I was depressed, and who taught me how to be strong? How could I hate him? … And I’m gonna thank him for all the good thing that he had done to me, and for being a part of his life.”
I have to make on of these. Can I? Please? I need to get down for StarBucks but the elevetor is stuck-up. And when I got there it was ‘close’.
October 25th, 2006 at 09:58
Damn! I forgot to add ” Through phone, we became closed to each other.”
oxymoronic much?
October 25th, 2006 at 14:17
nakakalungkot ang istoryang ito.
pero…pero…nakakaluka ang grammar ng lola mo! asows!
October 25th, 2006 at 15:58
Imagine if she actually sent you the poem.
One hell of a chamber reading.
October 25th, 2006 at 17:55
“Because whenever I told him that I’m look tilapya, he said we’re compatible because siya naman daw, mukhang pla-pla.”
Let’s just hope that they’ll never meet for the sake of possible future children.
November 2nd, 2006 at 08:14
Too funny! Although…now I have this exaggerated Pinay accent stuck in my head — you know, that ‘breyty pone seks boise’.
I am still confused why someone like this would think to write to you like you’re Ate Helen (or is it ‘Tita Helen’?). Somehow, I can’t imagine someone who reads your stuff and writes this as one person. Isketsoprenix Sybil siguro.