Remembering Chinita-Chinito Friends, Past, Etc.

I guess opposite do attract to each other, my bestfriend in highschool is also Chinita(maputi-white skin-with small eyes) looking having a Filipino surname. I'm one of those brown colored and have almond eyes. But this is not about her, it's about a close friend I met in college, who's my room boardmate with 'Chel and Tere.

I remembered Jan; I have some colorful memory with her. I went along with her in the club meeting that she joined. There I met Puma. He sat beside us in between; at the start of the meeting he was sitting in different seat. I guess I'm pretty-sexy that time with a fitting blouse & hip-hop pants, Jan is also sexy with here big front.. I like looking nice or good; sexy is just natural but not that revealing clothes much. I try to atleast be conservatively sexy. I think Jan like Puma first, because she know his number and called him, then she let me talk to him. Jan past(highschool) is mostly associated with boys; tag along her model close gal friend. So she's easy to be friend or not shy with guys. One day we went to a vigil of Puma's friend's father. We ride along the van with Puma and other 4 guy-friends he have. Puma got close to me, and he hold my left hand(or right) at the back, his friends can't see that our hands are joined. I let him, because I like the feeling it gave me with that simple touched of our joined hands together.

He's touching it and caressing it, I love every caress of his hand to mine, the feeling of it was wow... When we arrived there at the vigil I went to take a pee first, he's such a prince & waited for me outside the CR then offered & made me a pandesal sandwich at the table with his guy-friends watching... We chatted inside, then hang-out outside, Jan was in the front seat when we got in the parked van, left me at the back with Puma and the others..

Puma and his friends are easy to talk, and nice people..

After midnight, they drive us to our boarding house.. Jan went in first, Puma followed me, we talked outside first before me going in, he's saying something in english I forgot what it was, what I remembered was his teary-sad eyes.. That night on my bed, I couldn't sleep. When morning came, I just went to school because I have college P.E. class that day..

Of all other guy-friends that courted me whom he know, I like him better but he never really courted.. Might be because he's a Muslim. I never really see myself in a relationship with him, because of that.. I'm such a Christian! THE! But he changed my perception of Muslims, I'm thankful for that. I like him very much because he treat me like a princess, I love hanging out with him even walking beside him, I even long for him touching my hand(that just happen one time), he's so perfectly handsome for me even if he's ordinary looking, I love the attention/care he's given me, I like that he read & is smart, I love his long-guy-length-hair like "Trank(DragonBall-Z character)", I love his manly DJ-like voice that resounds very much like his nickname Puma..  

I miss him, I never thought that I will..

I guess he will be just a memory only..

Gee, my first boyfriend is not among his friends, a partly Chinese bit of rich-kind. I'm 18 that time. That Chinito X of mine, we met at a cafe near our boarding house along his other 2-male-friends. I'm alone at a table waiting for my order, when he's friend ask for my number. I gave it, flattered I guess. I thought he's friend was the one who like me, but the Chinito was the one who called me at our boarding house. After a week or less of courtship, I said yes he can be my BF. My first kiss or even kisses with him, I felt nothing. I have no chemistry with him.. No cloud-9 feeling.. Even though he's kind a rich, & have a car, and date me in a great looking places, or cute like a Korean-TV-actor, gee, no butterfly feeling.. I end it for less than 6 months or is it 3.. 

I guess I stick to almost all the time Christian stuff in my life..

Got sicked, but still finished college in mid-20s. Landed in a great famous(legacy/historic) company but never really thought that I should at least experience one year, ended the 6-months contract with no protest. I could have had asked a boss-(gal)friend to extend for a year, if only I knew that it's hard after that. Very hard to find a job after that..

Became a seeker, wanderer.. Few X's but mostly just literally a boy+friend.. Been naughty as well.. But with God's grace I journeyed, and learned the hard way..  Blessed..