Weekend Fling?Despite the fact that there were more than a billion people inhabiting the earth at this very moment, I took time to actually look at one person, my Mr. Perfect. I met Mr. Perfect in The Shangrila Beach Resort. How I met him, Why I met him, I don't really know. All I know for sure is, I had something really great going on in my life. We went for a little eye contact and total flirtation before we actually talked to each other. I played "lifeguard" around the pool while his younger, loud and annoying friend asked me questions. "Are you really the lifeguard?""Are we allowed to push people down the slide?". Mr. Perfect was a shy guy, he would look at me, smile and that would completely blow me away. We hung out for awhile and eventually, he and his friend just disappeared. I jumped into conclusions, thinking I would never see him again, I never even knew his name... I just called him butthead. :)
Sunday came and I unnaturally woke up early, changed into my sundress and decided to go for a walk around the fantastic resort. That's when I saw him, Walking around just like I was, He Smiles at me, I look down on the floor and blushed like crazy. I went for a swim and he just happens to jump in the pool too, I go for a few laps, swim around and he follows me all over the place. At First, I thought it was real freaky but then I heard some tiny voice inside my head saying he's a shy guy, give him a break. I called my neice, ina, up because I couldn't handle being alone with him... yet. So Me and ina are goofin' around, having a few laughs and somehow, he manages to join into our conversation. We talk about Harry Potter and how Daniel Radcliffe is his neighbour. Lunch Came at 1:00 and Ina had to go, but I wasn't really hungry so I skipped it. That was my moment, time alone with Mr. Perfect.
His name is Martin Baron, He's Norweigan, lives in London, is fifteen years old and is incredibly cute and funny in every way. Oh, and he has the Sexiest British Accent Ever. He tells me about how he loves the Philippines because of the beaches, the palm trees, the sun and of course, the fake rolex's. Did I mention his sexy british accent? Anyway, He told me stories about how clumsy he is and his adventurous life in Europe. For the first time, I felt really, extra, comfortable around a guy. We talked about Everything from girls, boys, relationships, down to Eminem's Movie, 8 Mile. He even held my hand a couple of times! I noticed he kept asking me for the time and of course, curious little me asked "why?". He said he had to get out of the pool by two thirty because he was gonna go to the airport, hop on a plane and step on London Ground. I must've looked really sad and confused because he kind of comforted me by saying "I'll probably be back by next year, I really hate leaving this place". I was Devastated. I met one of the most wonderful persons in my life and he was gonna leave me and the philippines for a country that always rains with a crazy, old queen ruling the place.
I looked at him and couldn't help but wonder: Can I really rely on fate to bring us back together again?
Two thirty came and he had to get ready to leave. I played cool by pretending not to care and by just saying goodbye and by walking away, he shouts out "You're never gonna see me again". I turn back and see him walking away. Was I really going to let go of this so easily? Did I just want what I have been longing for to just slowly walk away from me?
3:00 came and I decided to go to the lobby and say goodbye in a more formal way. I dragged my niece with me, just in case I broke down and cried. We waited in the lobby and at 4 o'clock, We see him. He Pointed at me and put on his "hey-its-you" face. I smile back and he comes straight too us and sits in the lounge chair next to mine. I must've sounded like a complete dork because I really hate goodbye's. I managed to say "We came here just to say goodbye so, bye and I hope i will see you again" and stuff. I'm not really sure about what I said. His Dad was checking out at the front desk and pointed at me and gave martin the "is-that-her?" face, Martin nods and I wave. He must've told his dad about me. His Dad shouts out "Martin! We have to leave soon!" I was about to breakdown when he said that. Luckilly, Ina saved me by asking for his mobile number (yes!) As, he is about to leave, I stand up and slowly walk away, He manages to ask, "Did you really drop all that you were doing and came all the way here just to say goodbye?""Yeah, I did" I said. And that was the last I saw of Martin/Mr. Perfect/Butthead. For the first time, I let go of something which was so precious to me and I knew he felt the same way I was feeling towards me too.
I don't know what the moral is to my story, I don't know how it will end, how I will feel. Maybe this made me a stronger person. Maybe Martin was always there but I never saw him. I know, We are a thousand miles apart right now but i don't know... I sort of feel him near me. For all I know, He could just be a phone call away. :)