”Pain is temporary. Quitting is forever”
I’ve heard this mantra in races but I did not realize that this can also be applied in the search for my elusive soulmate... by the generous people around me. Temporary pain brought by their unwavering hunt for “the one.” And with six long years of their dedicated prayers and blind date suggestions, it seems that the world will not quit on my ‘lonesome’ heart.
Being single can be funny, especially when you’re surrounded by concerned citizens who are trying their best to end my (non-existent) misery.
My sister, for example, has not surrendered on her (self-proclaimed) quest for her little sister’s future boyfriend. Almost every week, she would provide me with silly updates like proudly showing my pictures to her random patients who fit any of these criteria: single or someone who knows a neighbor’s neighbor’s son who happens to be single too. My beautiful sister is a dermatologist so imagine her showing off a photo of her 33-year-old matandang dalaga sister possibly while pricking pimples and removing warts... or after checking fungal infections.
My masseuse, meanwhile, thinks that her client and I are destined for each other. According to her, he’s a handsome single guy who also lives in Quezon City. I wanted to ask her if he has smooth skin or if his nodules are greater than our common interests.
My father, week in and week out, asks me this profound question: “Wala pa ba?” (None yet?). Same intonation, same delivery, same smile. All the time. I tried my best to come up with unique funny responses but I eventually ran out of clever permutations.
My colleague has also not given up on me. Through the years, she’s on a manhunt for me. The latest one is her newfound friend who is in his forties. She wanted me to send my best photo, like a desperate applicant wanting to ace her dream job. She also suggested that I should drive from north to south so she could introduce me to him. After one Google search, I found out that he has cases of... estafa.
During most of my Uber rides, I have no clue on how the small talk suddenly switches to usapang lovelife. And whenever that happens, my Uber driver instantly becomes my Dr. Love, who gives me free 100 reasons on why I should marry. And yes, most drivers also have recommended grooms-to-be. Ayos!
The problem with this never-ending hunt is that my matchmakers do not even know
1) what kind of person I want (for the record: smart, funny, flosses daily, crazy enough to be crazy with me, loves sports & sweet... yes, in that order!),
2) if I still believe in love and marriage and
3) if I really need a guy to be normal like them.
I hope that one day people will stop this desperate quest as I’m happy with my life, as long as my crush stays single with me😂.
But maybe after five more years of matchmaking made from hell, I would need to come up with something drastic like hiring a cute guy who can pose as my boyfie or finally asking my crush if he crushes me too😅
I appreciate all the effort and concern, but no thanks😇
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