Because he’s 43

May 21, 2008

When I told my folks that somebody was courting me, they got excited to know who the blind sorry man was so I told them stuff like "ow, he’s into designing houses and construction" to which I got "How old is he?"  "Where is he from?" and "How and where did you meet?" So I said to myself, of course you want to know everything. You guys always do. By the way, they felt sorry for the both of us.

So I told them the story from the day he started texting me until the present situation. But. I doubt if they ever listened to all that I’ve said given that they were so asorbed with him being a forty something guy, unmarried and unfathered, wooing a 20 something girl barely going out into the world. I didnt remember telling them about a manananggal but they sure looked terrified.  A couple of future scenarios graphically described and insinuated followed and then I desperately wished I was an old maid. 

They met him personally during my birthday. It was a feast and the food was great. I was happy for a moment until I realized that his presence makes them quiet, observing and speculative. I’ve never seen them act like that before. One of my uncle said he’s always been looking up to me for being great at school and my craft until he learned that I’m going out with someone as old as my father. Did it hurt? Of course it did, but to say i’m hurt and hating is losing to their arguments. Thing is, I can’t argue with them because i know how it is to argue with your father, mother, aunts and uncles. They show you how they love you through intimidation, that’s what i see.

So now im partially hoping that they learn about him through this blog, how he changed me, made me lose weight, made me stay away from pork, made me exercise, made me pray every mealtime, made me listen to my heart, made me secured, loved, cherished, appreciated, lavished and adored. How he made me a better person everyday.

Because he’s 43 is a blessing, not a curse you insist on believing.