There is nothing sexier than being down with the flu.
Anyone with a runny nose and hoarse voice is a sure turn on. I’m kidding, of course.
I have been under the weather for the past couple of days.
It’s frustrating. My bed has become my new best friend. I have lost my appetite and probably a few pounds, to boot.
With nothing to do but rest, I became easily bored. I couldn’t even surf since our WiFi provider was down. Tough luck, I know.
After my doctor’s appointment, I decided to head to the mall. I was going about my business when I ran into someone I used to go out with.
I panicked. Particularly since I looked like shit. Still feverish, I didn’t even shower. With unkept hair and an unshaven face, I felt awful. Mom would have been proud.
I had two options. Run the other direction or have the balls to greet her.
Before I could decide, she approached me. She was gloating. She knew I was by myself. The ex was with someone who was not even particularly good looking.
But she clung on to him as if dear life depended on it. With all the clinging action, she somewhat reminded me of the Philippine tarsier.
We always have this perfect idea on our minds that when we run into people from our past, we would have the upper hand on things. That we are with a hot date and you’re ex is flying solo. That you are damn sexy looking and your ex now resembles a cow.
These are things that would confirm that your break up was her loss and not yours.
Yet the gods abandoned me on that day. The girl won hands down. I went home feeling more sorry for myself.
I hate being sick. It sucks.