Leave it to the Menstrual Cycle

8.31.2004

Nope. I am not engaged in the rhythm method nor am I dreading to be missing one cycle of it because of the ineffieciency of the former. This is just one of the normal stuffs wherein I usually let my ovaries take on the matter at hand. This is actually a countdown of the most excruciating, if not rewarding commitments I have engaged myself into for 8 strong months now (and counting). Mind you, this menstrual-aided countdown really makes time seem minute. Instead of putting the countdown in days, in emails, in text messages, in i-love-you’s, in paydays and what have you’s, put it on the menstrual cycle—it’s guaranteed to make your counting days cut short.

Yup, that good old LDR (please refer to previous posts to know more about it…) Whenever he comes home, it feels better than coffee…and probably even better than coffee with cigarette in the morning after long hours of thesis-till-midnight days! A few weeks from now, I’ll be with him again.

Good news: just one menstrual period to go (read: just one more month to go) and we’ll be together again after centuries of waiting.

Bad news: We’ll be savoring the rewards of our suffering for just 9 freaking days! If this were only ‘simbang gabi’, it would probably feel dragging because my friends literally have to drag me to attend mass early in the morning because of our annual ‘pustahan’ (betting). And I even remember myself wishing that Id wake up at the 9^th day of the mass so that I don’t have to go through 9 cold mornings in the shower! But 9 days?! Is that really nine? I feel like throwing myself into fits of ‘gigil’ (no English translation for this one…so, go figure!).


I am not whining, although I may sound like that, neither am I pre-empting that nothing good happens in LDR’s, for I believe there are (that’s plural!). I guess, my S.O. (significant other) and me just prefer to take the long way home.

Footnote:
When I told my friend Sheiden to visit my blog, (which she miraculously did knowing her “i-am-not-doing-anything-you-say” attitude is at its best) she initially asked me what’s this for before succumbing to my request. Paradoxically, I told her it’s a public diary—only better because you don’t have to hide your diary from your mom. You can even invite her to view it on the Net—which I doubt if she would because she knows you’re not going to write something you don’t want her to know ( and actually spares you the benefit of the doubt!) She looked at me and I swear I saw her trying really damn hard to think of “other beautiful thoughts” like curfew and boyfriends-with-alter-ego kind of things instead of dealing with me. After doing that, she commented on one of the post and defensively told me that she’s not “desperately single”. I uttered an honest opinion. She looked at me and I swear I saw her mumble a prayer to someone with the full capacity to rewind the situation instead of wishing she could re-do the scene in her human ways. I think she wished she never commented on my post. Or make that she wished she never heard it from me—the sarcastic me.

I told her, “I think you’re on denial stage, dear. And if you’re going to deny that, I think that’s good—you’re already on the what they call acceptance stage…”

She stormed out of the room with the ideal solution on her hand—a cup of coffee.