Plunge Into the Blue

I am meeting Moe's mother and two of his brothers, Patrick and Benedict, on Sunday. Yes, I am nail-bitingly nervous. Nothing else has occupied my thoughts for the past few days.

It started out when I jokingly told him that I will skip class and hang out at his place in Cainta instead. He mentioned this to Inay and she said, "Ipakilala mo naman sa akin si Kodi."

Of course his family knows about my existence. One, he spends some nights at my place. Heck, even he spent New Year's eve with me. You know how it is in the Philippines. Every holiday must be spent with the family. However, I pouted and said that I have no one to kiss at midnight and he suddenly decided to stay with me. He reasoned, "I can't kiss my brothers, Kods." Two, he walks around with this grin plastered on his face. Three, they saw the Joe Satriani signature guitar strap that I gave him for Christmas. Four, as our relatonship progressed, he told them about me.

Men are afflicted with poor story-telling skills. They only give you a general idea of what happened. Women, on the other hand, go into detail and can even quote everything that was said. So every time I squeeze Moe for information about what he and Inay or any of his brothers talked about when they were discussing me, he sums everything up in a sentence.

To give you an idea as to how good I am at quoting people, these are some of Moe's one-liners:

• "Sinabi ko na meron na ngang Koy at sabi ni Patrick (his brother) na, 'O, di na pala ninyo kailangan gumawa.'"



• "Alam naman nila na masaya ako kahit nakaupo lang ako sa isang tabi at walang sinasabi."



• "Sabi ko kay Inay na napakasaya ko kapag kasama kita."



• "Nakita kasi niya na tumitingin ako sa dictionary. Sabi niya na mag-aral ako para mahabol kita."



• "Sabi ko na napakagaling mo."



• "Sabi ko kay Inay, "'Nay, si Kodi na yata."

Pressure, pressure.

Yes, I love Moe. I've looked hard and waited too long to find a guy like him. And I know how important these people are to him and it only makes sense to have things come full circle. I'm still thinking about what to wear and what (underline the correct answer: cake, sushi, wine, flowers) to take to his place. Most importantly, what will they think of me? My friends told me to be myself. However, I have always been an, ahem, acquired taste.

The anticipation is worse than that psycho thriller movie that I watched last Saturday. I'm the kind of person who jumps off a ledge and plunges headfirst into freezing water instead of submerging herself inch by inch. I wish it'll be Sunday soon so that I can get this over and done with.