Friday, November 13, 2009

Dribble, Drabble, Droubble


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Dribble


There isn’t one decision that changes one’s life. Not a singular yes or no that pulls everything along with it, building your life or making it more insignificant than a mere dot in the cosmos. In choosing to be with that person, you’re agreeing to a million yeses, maybe more.

Drabble

He’s still getting used to her stubbornness. But he’s a clever guy and he’s found ways to work around her mulish behavior. When she says she doesn’t want to eat, for example, he doesn’t wax rhapsodic about the merits of nutrition and what have you, just smiles and makes her pinky swear to tell him whenever she’s feeling hungry. For her part, she’s relearning what it means to be in a relationship again and how she’s not going to let anything or anyone screw it up. And if that means moving her thumb to seal a promise, so be it.

Droubble

Boyish girl Potpot met girly boy Popoy once upon a rainy night. She was wearing a blue dress and he was wearing something that looked like a decent outfit for a womanly man. Popoy didn’t like Potpot at first sight because he thought her hair too fluffy and her bag too big to actually be of use. For her part, Potpot was quite taken with Popoy, even though he was late (30 minutes to be exact) and was clueless enough to make her walk in the rain for what seemed like hours. They did make it to the restaurant though, armed with umbrellas and a grim determination to end the evening on a positive note. Unfortunately, dinner proved uneventful, at least for Potpot, who didn’t really care for her rice with seafood swimming in coconut milk and spicy oil. The same couldn’t be said of Popoy, who devoured every bit of his salmon belly, which he washed down with grape juice. Nevertheless, both agreed that the conversation was illuminating, even if he did reveal too much about his ex and she went on and on about her weird family…

It had taken days before Popoy asked Potpot for another date.

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