Everyone has a story of the one who got away.
Here is mine.
Raft3r met her through a blind date.
At first glance, she appeared to be the typical kolehiyala – snobbish, gorgeous, stylish, and high maintenance. That was the attraction.
We got along great. We liked the same things.
We were both horror movie fanatics. Isn’t that romantic?
On my birthday, I got the biggest surprise of my life.
Raft3r received a phone call from her.
Although we were dating, she never bothered to ask for my home number. So to receive a call from her was like an orgasm multiplied a hundred times over.
Raft3r asked how she got my number.
She said she looked through the phone book and called everyone listed under my last name. Our number was not even published in the directory.
She spoke with one of my uncles and introduced herself. He then gave her my number. I blushed.
Flattery is such a wonderful birthday present.
A few days later, Rafter stopped pursuing her. What’s the point? I already knew she liked me. It was time for a new challenge.
I know. You don't have to tell me. I'm a coward.