Riding in Cars with Boys
by sundaydriver (blog entry )
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sobrang lakas ng ulan these past few days. kaya din siguro sobrang tindi ng traffic. usually, when it rains i opt to let the traffic pass. have a beer somewhere or grab a bite at the nearest el-cheapo resto. pero this wednesday i decided to brave the traffic despite the heavy rains. sabi nila real men don't bring umbrellas kaya heto ako nagpapaka-macho sa silong ng building entrance namin. a handful of other people were there too, nagpapatila ng ulan. my car was actually around 30 steps away but the rain was really bad.
nung humina na i pressed the alarm button para mabuksan na yung kotse bago ko takbuhin. the familiar beep sounded and my lights flashed. sa periphery ko i saw someone turn to look in my direction then look away again. i glanced to my side and found a lady in a pencil cut skirt and a white polo. very typical outfit of makati girls. Well ok she was cute too.
I don’t know what came over me pero under my breath I think whispered something like, “I’m on my way to QC…you can hitch if you want…” Nagulat yata siya at di umimik. That’s when I realized I wasn’t actually looking at her when I spoke. So I turned to face her slowly and gave her the most platonic, wholesome, “I’m-not-a-rapist” grin that I could muster. She smiled back and politely said, “Thanks…but no thanks.” I smiled back to show I understood then motioned to scurry away and salvage whatever dignity I had left.
2 steps into the rain and I heard her call out, “Sir, ok lang kaya pasabay kahit till Edsa?”. I turned, smiled and gave her a nod. She ran with me to my car and we were laughing as we settled ourselves in our seats. Followed by awkward silence. I drove off.
“Hey thanks talaga ha…wala kasi talagang taxi.”, she blurted. “No problem”, I replied briefly. The rest of the ride puro short and polite conversation lang. I was careful not to ask her too many personal questions though I found out where she worked and she in turn was fascinated by my job.
As luck would have it traffic was a real b*tch around Makati and we were motionless along Paseo. Finally my curiosity took over:
Me: Bilib ako sa tapang mo…
Her: Saan?
Me: I mean I asked if you wanted to hitch and you said yes. Alam mo naman these days…mahirap na…
Pause
Her: Halata bang desperate na ako?
(polite laughter)
Me: Seriously why’d you trust me?
Her: (Smiling) Honestly?
Me: Yeah.
Her: Your car.
Me: (feeling proud) what about my car? You like cars?
Her: No…well what I mean is…di kasi flashy yung car mo eh. I mean di sya agaw pansin…
Me: So what kung di sya maporma?
Her: Ayoko ng guys in cars na mukhang spaceship. Or yung mga sobrang mamahalin na halos price na ng house and lot…
Me: (defeated) I don’t get it…
Her: Usually kasi pag maporma yung mga cars parang feeling ko manyak or mayabang yung mga nagda-drive…
Me: In short boring yung kotse ko.
Her: (laughs) Di naman. It’s just…normal.
Me: So if I drove a big black Benz di ka sasakay?
Her: Definitely not. I think people in normal cars are…safer…somewhat.
At this point I realized normal IS good after all. Normal meaning stock vehicles that your friends, officemates or mothers drive. Maybe girls don’t dig hot cars after all. Or maybe she’s just one of the rare few.
Oh if you’re wondering if this story has a happy ending…well I’ll know this weekend. She obliged to have dinner with me.
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