Singlehood and Februaries

"Please don't say that it's over", she muttered to herself as she glued her eyes to that episode of Big Bang Theory.  But her prayers were unheard. Soon the credits then everything else flood her screen. Now, she wondered what else is there for her to do. She checked her watch. It's not even 10 A.M. and already, she is bored.

She ambled into her room and took the book that lay flatly on her bedside table. For Chas, it's surely going to be one dreadful day again. It has been the same pretty much everyday since that day when he walked out that door and left her consumed and tired. For some reasons, she wanted to cry just for the sake of crying, if there is ever such a situation. But tears failed her. They don't come as much these days as they used to and she cannot decide whether it's a good or a bad thing.

She closed her eyes and despite the ten-hour sleep she had the night before, sleep came as easy as that pang of sadness she has been feeling for the past four months.

"Thank you," Chastity muttered under her breath while the barista handed her the Peppermint Mocha she ordered.


For the third time in the last 25 minutes, she checked her watch while making her way out of the crowded Starbucks cafe in Greenbelt 3. "What's new? Online dating equals being stood up," she thought to herself while adjusting her left earring. So far, she has been waiting for her supposed date set up by her best friend although they got to the messy part through the internet. After two weeks of virtual tit-for-tat they finally agreed to meet up in Makati, have coffee and maybe go see a movie. That is if she will not, once again, be stood up. Apparently, it has been 30 minutes and the Chris, if that is ever his real name, has not yet showed any sign of himself.


Chastity felt like she is going to have a migraine soon from carefully scanning the crowd for the past half hour looking for the guy who wears a fedora hat, a sign they have agreed upon in less than 24 hours. For her part, she believes she does not look that bad with her cheetah print scarf worn over her black t-shirt. 


"Miss?"


"What could have possibly possessed me to think any of this will be true and that he will be The One? Aaghh," thought Chastity as she checked her watch one last time before deciding that if that twerp will not show up, she might as well just finish up her drink, call Heleighna, her ever-doting cousin who set her up with that non-existent Chris and head to the nearest cinema to watch whatever is interesting.


"Miss?"


Then came a tap on her shoulder. In a few seconds, Chastity found herself staring at the most interesting pair of eyes she ever saw in her life, followed by the right amount of freckles splashed in that charming face looking down at her. Those eyes were the lightest pair of brown, almost transparent, which reminded her of an earring she bought in Baclaran.

Author's Note: This is a work in progress. And it's not my life story