Time-Killer. Blogstalker.

Somebody shoot this dork!

After a long day of financial analysis, I decided to check on my blog and see maybe Mhelai already replied and tell me whatever happened to her friend Randall.

Then I saw at the bottom right the words "5 comments". I wondered how that became so. Usually there's zero comments (coz none of my friends know i have a blog and I don't usually give this link to anyone, nor am i linked to any other blogger). There are usual comments from my new online friend Iva and we exchange our POVs here, so "5 comments" seems unusual.

I clicked on the comments box and then I saw three small letter "a's" and watermarked photo of a very endearing face and I just....FROZE.

Good Lord, she's read my current entry!

A few seconds more and I thought: Which of my other blog entries has she read?

My head went spinning thinking if there was anything incriminating I put in the last entry or the ones before. I didn't think so.

Then I found myself tapping my head unto my laptop's monitor realizing how big of a dork I must have seemed in my last entry. I was composing a reply in my mind when I read the succeeding quote.

Dr. Love said she's single and available, which made me wonder whatever happened to her Spanish bolero. I was entertained with his comments, until I read a section about destiny. It was so cheesy that it made me laugh so hard. I thought: Is this guy for real or what? So I composed a reply for him in my mind. An analogy between a Mac and Lexi, but then I thought that would've been so geeky.

She came to the rescue with reply number 5. Turns out the Doc Love was a friend of hers, much to my relief. The last thing I need is someone feeding me this Sleepless in Seattle blogger-version, serendipity, match-making nonsense.

On the other hand, I examined myself and asked: You intended to compare a girl to a macintosh? I mean what kind of a dork would compare a girl to a macintosh?

Then again, if I went to the whole analogy you'll realize it all makes sense(but I will spare myself further humiliation by not going into the details of that analogy).

I guess it's better to be a well-meaning dork than a jerk who breaks a girl's heart on Christmas Day. Wait...What am I talking about? Every girl deserves someone better than a dork or a jerk. I always tell my female friends: NEVER SETTLE. Why settle when you deserve the best? And you have to believe that you CAN and you WILL have the best.

On another note, though, I guess one of the pitfalls of having a public blog is that you'll never really know who reads it. That can be both daunting but exciting as well. In some ways liberating.

So hello to everyone reading this. I hope you make yourselves comfortable. Feel free to drop a comment or two. I won't condemn you if you do.

Ciao!
[Okay, coming from me, that sounded a little gay]

posted by GOMZ @ 7:47 pm