SCANDALS OF A FLIRT Part Trois


THIS IS PART 3

When I first met Sam, I knew I was in trouble. My heart was beating so fast it could surely qualify for a Guiness record or something. The time and meeting place are set. This time he messaged me:


MESSAGE FROM SAM:

"Greenhills. Tonight. Day before my birthday. Game on, okay?"

MESSAGE FROM ME:

"Of course. Been looking forward to it all week."


I really was. I've been excited to finally meet him. We have been exchanging messages over text and have spent hours talking over the phone. Based on our conversation, I could say he is very smart. The guy has enough amount of common knowledge married with the most perfect mass of wit. I was pretty sure I'm in for a very good night.

The first date was arranged by me. I was thinking of bringing him to Via Mare but i opted for my favorite greasy Chinese place Le Ching. I didn't want him to think I was trying so hard but I also didn't want to bring him to McDonalds although he did say he loves Mcd's.

After the dinner we'll be seeing a movie. An opportunity to hold his hand finally. I, being a SOLID HAND GUY, will definitely have to hold the nicest hands. It's my thing.


MESSAGE FROM SAM:

"Greenhills na. See you in 5."


When I saw Sam, my heart just stopped. He greeted me with his perfect smile. His eyes were smiling. His hair was absolutely gorgeous. He smelled great. He took my hand and said...


"You're cuter than I thought. Kain na tayo. Anong masarap?"


I knew I was in trouble...

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