My Fair Verona

For weeks now, I have been trying to give Verona calls in the morning, noon, afternoon, evening, night, and everything else in between. However, there's no one answering her phone. The line just kept ringing like a story that ended happily ever after, but you don't know what degree of happiness the story ends with. On the upside, she doesn't have any answering machine, so there's no way she'd figure how much of a loser I really am.

But then again, I'm not really great in calling and pestering women to whom I'm attracted to. Before, I was a geeky kid who wears dental braces and sports a bowl cut during high school, but it would come to no surprise that I had an extremely low self esteem, which did not win me a lot of girls during those times.

However, life has taught me a lot of lessons. One of those invaluable lessons is to not give a flying fuck what other people think about me. As long as I'm comfortable with who I am, then everything is going to be alright. Since then, I became a person who started living his life the way it needed to be lived. A loser, you might ask? Yes, I'm still a big-ass loser. But a proud one, I might add.

Recently, as all of you might know, I have been in the mood of doing things I haven't done before. Such that, it doesn't matter if I fail in what I would end up doing, or I die doing it (although I sure hope I don't), but the important thing is that I want to do it, and in turn, I learn something from it in order to make my life meaningful in the process. Although giving her a call isn't really a big leap, but at least it's something. To hell with insecurities! It's all about taking risks, baby!

However, her negligence in answering my calls has got me questioning a lot of things, like for instance, did she give the right number that night at the 9:30 Club, is her name really Verona, are her breasts real, stuff like that. Then, I just realized, if she's not answering her phone for me to talk to her, then there's this other way to get in touch with her. I'll search her profile at Fling.com instead!

Yeah, I know what you're thinking, pursuing a girl from a lame online dating site. But then again, I don't give a rat's ass what you think.

If I remember correctly, my friend, who was dating Verona, mentioned her username to me. I have thought of the ethical dilemmas that would pose as a problem once I start dating Verona, but I don't want to get ahead of myself. I'll take it one step at the time, that is, to just say 'hi' to her, and hope that she say something in return. I think there's no harm in doing that.

After registering and paying for my profile at the site (damn their services!), I warily searched for her username. But before doing that, I took a peek at some of the women profiles there. Hey, I can't help but appreciate a fine piece of work whenever I see one. And besides, it's the first time I've been in an online dating site, so my raging, unadulterated hormones are justifiable.

After ridding myself from the distractions, it was time to get serious, as I focused on the goal on which drew me to Fling.com in the first place. I slowly and precisely typed her username, just to make sure I won't get it wrong. And then for a moment, lights from the window shone brighter than usual, and the trumpets from the heavens blared their majestic sound unto which seemed to be one of the most glorious seconds of my life.

Tonga.