how to spell slut

years ago i was a high school cadet who loved to follow orders from my officer. whether it was to run the perimeter of the school quadrangle back and forth for at least thirty times, to roll over the ground and have myself baked at the mid-day sun, to run errands for the whole officer corps for no logical reason at all, or to do a hundred on the spot push-ups, i did it. who doesn’t? long before the trend of hair rebonding reached the mass media, she was already crowned with an uber straight hair that effortlessly emphasized the contours of her face, her strong jaw, her flawless skin, her rounded eyes, and her pouty lips. add to that the mesmerizing aroma of her hair that fills the air with a scent of fruity sweetness and the aura of innocence like those of freshly picked flowers. she disarms her army with her smile, which she does in extreme rarity that the act has achieved a status of a reward to those who wait in vain just to see it.

she carried herself with such a strong sense of discipline that despite the discrepancy of our age (she’s a sophomore, i’m a high school senior back then), she was able to command my mind, my body, as well as my heart. i fell for her.

back then, i admit i’m a dope who would carefully plan every detail of my move to woo her and catch her attention. the slowpoke soul in me wasted a month of evening phone conversations subtly stating my intentions, post-school meetings that usually ended up as a “my treat, anything for you!” session, and countless smiling moments every time i would get a smile back from her.

one day, when i got that gut feeling of expressing my intentions and feelings for her, she called me and told me with the spirit of a child, that she has just got herself a boyfriend. the guy courted her for an hour. she already had 29 boyfriends before that. i can’t believe i fell for her trap. sluts have great smelling hair.

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on the event that i was about to give her my valentine gift, (which was a singing dog) she sent me a message via myspace that totally barred me from making any form of communication with her.

“HUY KUNG PWEDE NAMAN SNA WAG U MAG TXT SA CP KASE NAG AAWAY NA KMI NG BF K0H.. TSAKA YUNG SA FRIENDSTER.. PLSS LANGG.. YAW K0 LANG KSE NG GUL0”

[hey, if possible, please do not send sms messages in my cellular phone because my boyfriend and I have been fighting…and the thing on friendster…please…I just don’t want any trouble]

how’s that from someone who dated you and claimed that she was single since the day you’ve met her at the church? almost every person in her clan claims that she’s single and that she’s available. oh come on, single my ass! why can’t some people just be real in the first place? i don’t care if she lives in a world painted with pink, i don’t care if she likes hello kitty very much, i don’t care if she’s a shopaholic who just wears abercrombie and victoria’s secret, i don’t care if her teeth are not properly aligned, i don’t care if her flabs are screaming wild like crazy under her shirt, i just wanted her to be honest.

don’t get me wrong, i don’t have any romantic intentions with her. i just wanted to be friends with her since my aunt referred he to me. if only she could have been more open and honest. oh well, sluts type in bold letters, ALL CAPS.

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under certain circumstances, i understand, that some people would do extreme measures to desperately satisfy their needs; whether you pick up a stranger from somewhere, or you date someone that you just met, or you engage yourself in quickies, it’ s an obvious act of desperation. anything that involves any act with a stranger beyond pure business talk is like opening a door to many possibilities, like the pit of desperation. you wouldn’t really want to involve yourself with a total stranger unless you wanted something more from him/her is it?

ok, out of desperation (maybe) i succumbed to her plan of tryst. she’s a total stranger, a stunner, and a driver of a hot sports car. i admit it felt special having a hot momma as your driver and as your date. it felt even more special when your date was being nosy about your commitments and relationships while leaning her body towards you for warmth. we spent a great night. she drove me home and we’ve been calling each other since she sent me an sms one night:

“hey, dnt get offended, may bf nko eh. pwede panama taung friends ryt?”

[hey, don’t get offended. i already have a boyfriend. we can still be friends ,right?]

a friend told me once that those people who date other people while under a committed relationship are just side venturing. what the hell?! why are you doing side ventures for? come on! you wouldn’t desperately meet up with a stranger if you have a boyfriend, or a functional boyfriend to the least. considering the context of this scenario, why can’t some people state it straight away if they do not want some people? come on. sluts can be friendly. they can drive hot cars. they can fuck your mind off till you get over with them.