SEPT. 4 –
Dear Future BF,
I spent the night with friends in a Laguna hot spring talking about you.
You should really know my friends.
When we become a couple, your life will truly be enriched.
I will make you a better person with my love, and you will gain my friends’ love, too.
The more the love, the more love there is.
***
There was a phase in The September Project blog of 2015 where I dropped capitalization.
I don’t really remember why I did that.
But I do not want to edit this blog because this works fine.
If it isn’t broken, don’t fix it! —Isn’t that what they say?
***
Sept. 6 –
dear potential boyfriend,
i looked for you on the trains this weekend.
i kept my eyes open.
but you were not there.
i’ll keep looking everywhere.
i still have until the end of the month to find you.
please don’t play hide-and-seek with me.
you should know that i like being challenged.
***
Sept. 6 –
dear future bf,
i can’t really make up my mind whether i want you chubby or skinny, younger or older, fair or dark skinned, handsome or smart, moneyed or poor as a rat.
i just trust that when you finally show yourself to me, everything will fall into place.
i will not mind if you turn out to be sexy, or around my age, or blue skinned, or entirely something else.
but this is not negotiable: you should be a good kisser. because i am, too!
***
Sept. 7 –
whatever you do, potential boyfriend, whatever happens, do not— i repeat, do not search the name Peter Solis Nery on YouTube.
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Sept. 7 –
dear future BF,
i looked for you in the big city.
i walked the streets of manila night and day, visited the malls and looked around not for books or clothes.
i even dined and wined in restaurants and bars just in case you were a waiter, or another patron.
***
i didn’t find you.
or maybe we glanced at each other, but you turned your gaze before i could buy you a drink, or get your number with a wink.
i’m not giving up.
i’m just taking a break from the big city.
***
i’m going back to my province of iloilo today.
perhaps you are already there waiting for me.
but if you are still in manila, and you get brave enough to stare at me long enough for me to buy you a drink, give me a call: 09471951277.
[Update: I didn’t keep that number. And again, the best way to contact me would be online through Facebook or Instagram: @petersolisnery, #petersolisnery, #ThePSN.]
***
i will come to you.
armed with love, passport, and money, i will travel.
for love, i will travel.
for you, to you, i will fly!
***
Sept. 8 –
At the airport, while waiting for my flight to Iloilo, I thought I saw you, dear future boyfriend.
I thought you were this sexy man with nice ass.
But he was just nice ass, and I decided that I really wanted more than that.
Still, if he just at least smiled at me, I would have known it was you.
***
Sept. 9 –
i’d rather have a great three-hour body scrub and full body massage than have a 13-minute anonymous sex.
so no, i don’t need sex that desperately.
i’m saving myself for my future boyfriend.
***
Sept. 9 –
when i get so horny, and there is no one to play around with, i run.
running releases happy hormones as much as sex, that’s my opinion.
but get a clue.
the longer i run, the hornier i am.
i have now progressed to 16K runs, so please, be my baby, and run with me.
i need a running buddy! (To be continued)/PN
