The Whirl of Love
This is my entry to Noemi’s Love Struck Writing Contest. To read about the mechanics of the contest, click here. An advance valentines day post. 
Growing up with insecurities was not easy. It wasn’t easy for me too. Although I had my share of really good childhood memories, I would never forget that I grew up unconfident because of my physical appearance.
I always joke about how I never experienced being slim or thin or slender… in short, I have always been the fat girl — chubby, flabby, stout, healthy… I have always pretended I was not bothered by it, that I was cute and intelligent enough and it was all that mattered. In reality though, I feared that no guy would ever notice, pursue, and marry me.
It was a pity really because I’ve realized when I was in high school that I was the “hopeless romantic type.” I read romance novels all the time, write poetry and love Shakespeare. My dilemma, I had no suitor in high school until I was in second year. I never told anyone that I felt really bad about my looks. I felt hopeless that no one thinks I was pretty, except for my bestfriend.
My bestfriend was the first guy I ever befriended seriously. Truth was, I befriended him because I had a secret crush on him. The problem was he was already attached. Anyway, we remained friends up until I was in college where our relationship dramatically changed.
From the very start, you’ll notice that I started my tale explaining about my insecurities. I did that because I wanted to justify my behavior about relationships. Because of my insecurities, I never trusted men but loved the idea of being in love, of dating, of being woed. I went out on dates with differrent guys and had numerous boyfriends all at the same time. Although my relationships were pretty “harmless,” I was often teased by my friends about my relationships and so, I was given the reputation of being a “player.”
No one knew that the reason why I went steady with different boyfriends at once was because of my fear of being left alone. I was terribly afraid of not having a boyfriend so I always made sure that if ever I separate with one, I would always have a “reserve.” I know my behavior and actions were not justifiable, I was just relating “who I was” at that time.
When I met Oly, I had four relationships, four boyfriends. Yes, that many. I was heavily involved with those four in different levels. Whew! Each of them contained a chunk of the characteristics of my idea of the perfect boyfriend. J was the youngest and the most emotional and romantic, he was also immatured and has no direction in life. M was the guy next door and was the bet of my sister and mom, he was complicated. Jo was my dream boy since he was very good looking, he made my knees weak and my heart melt and he was also irresponsible. B was my bestfriend, I was in love with him since day one. B and I realy clicked and we fell madly in love with each other. There was only one complication at that timne, he was still with his long-time girlfriend. In short, I was his mistress.
I met Oly in the company where I worked after I resigned from my first job. I wasn’t paying attention to him until he came to me with a friend. He seemed nervous actually but smiling and jokingly asking for my cel number but before I had the chance to react, he already ran out of my sight. When I saw him again, he somehow summoned his will and approached me. He introduced himself, asked my name, talked some more and asked for my number. He seemed kind and trustworthy so I did not hesitate giving my number. Since then, he became a regular caller and an avid fan hehehe… He would listen to my radio shows and take me home after work.
I was still in complicated relationships when I allowed Oly to pentrate my life. He wasn’t a boyfriend until after our Company christmas party in 2001 where I attended with a date (fixed by my officemate and friend Kang) who left me early for some reason. Don’t ask me anymore why I brought a different guy and not one of my boyfriends. Since I was a night owl, I was terribly dissapointed that my date left early and since Oly was also attending the party, I texted him and asked him if he still wanted to go out since the night was still young. He of course said yes, I told you he was smitten by me hehehe…
We went to a bar and to cut the story short, we spent the night together and he brought me home in the morning as my official boyfriend. We were together night and day since then. We experienced several “relationship glitches” but we overcome everything. We fell madly in love wiht each other. Oly was the only guy I brought home who was approved by my father. My tatay told me he liked Oly and that he would be a good husband and father. I took time to reflect about my relationships and decided to tell Oly about the other men in my life. He was hurt but he allowed me to decide on what to do “about us.”
I was already 24 at that time and I thought I was not getting any younger, it was time to be serious. I broke up with all my other boyrfriends and months after I met Oly, I married him. It was a whirlwind romance that ended in a May wedding.
We’re now married for more than five (5) years. It was not a perfect marriage. I was not a perfect wife nor Oly was the perfect husband but we were trying very hard to be the perfect parents for our Marcus. Last year, we decided to work more on our relationship by attending a marriage encounter. Here was my description of our experience in that ME weekend from my previous article:
The Marriage Encounter Weekend we have attended with SPACC or San Pablo Apostol Catholic Community was held in Tagaytay in a scenic seminary. Everything was perfect. The time, the place, the people. All were instrumental to aid us in healing our hearts from the pains that we have caused each other in the past as well as help us understand and appreciate more each other.
In May, we will be celebrating our 6th year anniversary. Let me end my story by describing “my prince” and our marriage (from my previous post):
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One can never have a perfect marriage. There will always be grudges and problems no matter who you are with — even if he is so handome, so rich, so macho or so romantic. Today, i just realized that my prince has come not boxed in a handsome fairy tale package but with the values that i will be forever thankful for — his love for his family, his being responsible, his being patient, his being thoughtful, his being hardworking and his easiness in making you feel good and happy. He may not be the one in my dreams but he is fulfilling my dream of having a wonderful, happy and peaceful family life. 
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im touched! it’s a nice love story… i tend to join also in this contest.. i have not come up yet with the exact words… maybe because i dont have a love story to tell… im single since birth! hehehe…
anyway, really, i love this story… i can relate somehow on some text… only secret! ^_^
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aha! naging player ka pala ha. dinaan mo sa kulit noh? haha.
sa dami ng bulag ngayon, di na ko naiinsecure. hehehe.
nabibilang na lang sa daliri ang mga lalaking tulad ng jowa mo. Today isa isa na lang ang characteristic ng lalaki, unlike kay Orly rolled into one, how lucky you are ate. So in return love orly much much more ok.
God Bless you guys.
Sounds like you have a wonderful man beside you, that’s lovely!
I enjoyed reading this entry
Have a good weekend! and yes sure, I will link you up
thanks for the visit and God Bless!
yatot…
tagal ko rin pinagisipan if i’l publish our story, nahihiya kasi ako. ayoko namang iedit so it would not reveal my secrets hehehe… panget nman un.
i’m sure you would find yours too… love is everywhere i believe.
jp…
asus… bulag ba si A? LOL
cherry…
salamat sa advice cherry… am doing that
thess…
yes i found a good man, thanks to God. thanks for the link and visit.
WOW! I can’t help but fall inlove over and over again by you story, sis! Ang galing naman! I wish I could write a post as nice as this….
hi der! it’s my second time to visit. nung bata pa ko, nangarap akong maging play girl paglaki. para kasing ang saya non. nakakatawa dahil nang mabasa ko ito, bigla kong naalala yun. btw, nice love story.
i also joined Ms. Noemi’s lovestruck contest, but it was not my own lovestruck moment.
scotty’s princess…
actually, while I was writing our story, I was again reminded how lucky I am to be married with Oly.
I’m sure you’ll be able to creat one for you and Scot, after all, you seem so in love with each other. 
edelweiza…
thanks for visiting again sis… will read your story also. thanks for liking our story, it was fun writing about it.
here’s to wonderful men like the ones we married…. and to us wonderful women who found them and deserve them
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