Highway to Happy

This is inspired by Anna Oposa’s Date Me. I discovered her blog a few days ago and fell in love with her words. By that, I mean, I read every entry she ever put up in there. I came across her Date Me article, which she probably published when Date A (insert title here) was such an in thing. If you only have a minute to spare, ignore this. Mine is just a scattered piece of mess. Read hers instead here. It’s sort of a perfectly written ROM-COM. Click itttttt! J

I wanted to write: Date an awkward mix of a nerd, a hoop junkie, an adventure seeker, a runner (when I’m not lazy), a yogini, a perennially accused as boring CPA, a clingy friend, a baby of the family and a lover of words, oh! and a lover of Forever 21, too. But that would be too long. So let’s just get straight to the point, shall we? DATE ME. Yes, ME.

Date me because I may not always be happy but I am cheerful. I wouldn’t whine and rant in front of you. I’ll save that for our 3^rd date. Date me because I can make you laugh. I won’t do it by putting chocolate in my two front teeth and flash you a silly smile; that’s not my style. I’ll make you laugh with my stories, with witty jokes. And if you aren’t ready for my comebacks, don’t ever start.

Date me because I like basketball. By 'basketball' I don’t mean good-looking guys who can score. I am sincerely interested in the sport. If you ever invite me to watch a game live, don’t worry about me pestering you with questions. I know the rules, mister. But I should warn you that you would have to endure my never-ending side comments about traveling, 8-second violation and unnecessary fouls. I watch like a referee minus the whistle. I curse a little, too, when the game involves La Salle.

Date me because I will fight with you. Yes, that is a good thing. Because chances are, you won’t always be right.

Date me because I am a listener. I will ask you about your day and I expect a long, detailed answer. You have to walk me through your most boring day not because I am “checking on you”, but because I am interested in what you spend your time on. On days when there’s a hot issue on the news, I expect to hear your comments, too. I would most probably challenge your belief if it doesn’t agree with mine. Not to convince you to take my side, though, but to understand how your mind works. One of the best compliments I can give is tell you your mind is amazing. That trumps ‘You look like Ryan Gosling’ in my deck of cards. Well, maybe not Ryan Gosling.

Date me because I love words. It would only take a well-written letter to make my day. Cheap, right? But make sure you don’t commit grave grammatical errors when you make me one. If you aren’t confident about your subject-verb-agreement, buy me flowers, instead. (But work on your grammar because I couldn’t stay interested in a guy who can’t write properly.) Date me because I will randomly send you I love yous and combinations of different words, probably more than three, that would mean the same thing. I will string words together, tie them up, make sure they are perfect before I send them your way. I will let you know how much you mean to me through actions, coupled with beautiful words. On the flip side, I am warning you that if I ever send you hate messages, don’t ever, EVER, reply with ‘OK’. You have no idea how many revisions I've done to make those sentences sound catchy and hurtful and just, perfect! The sharpest dagger that will hit your heart spot on. But please know that I don’t mean any of it, unless you did something to truly deserve it.

Date me because I am not fragile. You may break my heart, but you can never break my backbone.

Date me because I will love you and I will make plans with you and I will give you random lectures on how I outline our future. I will shower you with affection to drown the negative voices in your head. I will hold you on happy days, tough days- but you are not allowed to have a terrible day because we both know that is not possible as long as we have each other.

Date me because even though I am head over heels in love with you, I am also head over heels in love with life. You won’t have to worry about my world revolving around you.

So, date me. Yes, I am asking you to. Wait, what? Nope, not you perv! This is solely dedicated to the boy who has the unbelievable fortune (and misfortune) of calling me HIS for the past nine years.

It’s a Saturday; I don’t have classes. And amidst all the reasons I’ve stated above, those last two are good enough. So, movie? Dinner? If you aren’t asking me, I’ll ask you, anyway. So, I want to date you. I want to date you because…

Oh, don’t get me started.