Happy Singles Awareness Day!

He sighed hard. Realizing that swallowing the toxic fumes of his perfume was indeed ridiculous, he tucked in his shirt, arranged his already over-arranged tie, closed his eyes for a few seconds, then walked away. This is it, he thought. The moment of truth. The way to the wooden door was a long and arduous one, at least for the bludgeoned male. Even more laborious was the very moment he knocked on the door. He hesitated approximately 15 times (approximately because he "semi" hesitated once). His bulky fist was only a figurehead; he knocked with the subtlety of a whiff of fresh air. He knocked again, this time with (barely) increased intensity and (blatantly) increased nervousness. He waited again. And just as he was abut to take his second attempt at knocking, the door swung open. A lumbering, bald, disgruntled 50-something broke through the male's senses.

"Kanina pa siya tulog. Ang tagal mo kasi eh. Ala-una na kaya."

The poor loverboy cringed. At least the "in-law" was kind enough to tell him that. Stupid Nokia phone.

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