2 Chapter 1

"Girl, where are we going to celebrate your birthday?" I frowned at what Chelsea had said then I give her a dagger look. But she seemed unaffected by the intensity of my stare because she just raised her perfectly groomed eyebrows.

"Chelsea, please don't remind her of her birthday. If she can erase her birthdate on the calendar, she had already done a long time ago." Barbie said with a laugh while she demurely sips her cappuccino with all the grace and poise that she had learned these past years.

She is however right. If I can only erase my birthdate on the calendar, I would have done it the moment I turned twenty-four. It was an awful day. My longest staying boyfriend broke up with me on the day of my 24th birthday. My dream of our forever was crushed on that day. In fact, I really believe that we will end up together. We were together for six months and that is enough reason for me to believe in our forever! That was my longest relationship and for me it should be put in Guinness World of Records.

I've endured his 5 feet and 8 inches' height even if his height is not my ideal height for a guy. I've endured the sneer of Chelsea and Barbie whenever Shing and I are together and whenever I mention his name to them. I don't know why they don't like him. Their reason is, Mississippi and Washington could never be alongside each other. Yes, Shing's full name is Washington and everyone calls me Mississippi since it's my Facebook profile name. According to them, we're poles apart, North and South. If my name is Idaho, Oregon or Montana there is a chance that we can be together or Washington's name is Tennessee or Louisiana.

But who cares about the US geography? At that time all that I care about is my 6 months' relationship with Shing that is bound to forever until that fateful birthday of mine. He broke up with me and his reason is as stupid as Barbie's and Chelsea's. If Chelsea at Barbie basis is the US geography, Shing reason for the break up is Astrology. According to Vedic Astrology we are not compatible because our love meter is only 50%. It states that we have a psychological and physical incompatibility because we don't have mutual trust and one of us might change our mind. It is better to end our relationship according to the Vedic Astrology. I don't even know what the heck is the Vedic Astrology!

So that's it! Our 6 months' relationship ended there to the delight of my gay friends. My forever ended there and since then, I never had a relationship that lasted for six months. Worst, every time my birthday came, I don't have a love life. Is it so wrong to wish that someone dear to me would great me a Happy Birthday Babe during my birthday? Or give me flowers and surprise me with a candlelit dinner? Is it so wrong to wish for it? It isn't right? It is not even harmful. But why?

Sometimes I'm wondering what's wrong with me? Why all my relationships do not last? I am not ugly; I am sure of it. I have flawless skin; I am not bitchy. I am understanding and caring to all of my previous boyfriends. I'm not even demanding. I could be meek if I wanted to. I could be submissive if that's what they want. But why they didn't stay long?

Is it because of my height? Is it because whenever I wear a five inches stiletto I'll be a six footer and I can join a professional basketball team? Yes, my height is 5'7 and... three-fourths. I ignored the ¾ because does it really matter? I must admit that I am choosy when it comes to boys and my first requirement is height. I really don't like a guy who is shorter than I am. I wanted to experience the feeling of clinging to a guy's nape and tiptoeing while we are kissing. Isn't it disgusting if it's guy who clings to my nape while we are kissing?

I must also admit that during college, I was very choosy. I don't get a boyfriend that isn't a six footer. However, I also realize that only a few Filipino have that height so I lowered my height standard after college. A 5'10" guy is already acceptable and in Shing's case which is 5'8". But why they didn't last?

Where can I find the right guy for me? I am becoming desperate not because I wanted guys so much in my life. I am desperate because I'm going to be 30 next years. All of my college batch mates already have a family. Mandy, my best friend has three kids, all of my ex-boyfriends except Shing have a family. I'm the only one who is left. My hymen is starting to grow its roots because it has never been touched and my uterus, it is already ticking and nearing its expiration.

"Don't worry girl, before your birthday, you will have a boyfriend." Chelsea assured me with a smile and a tap on my shoulder.

"How?" I ask her through raised eyebrows. Gosh! It is not that easy to look for a boyfriend. Besides, it is my birthday in two weeks' time. Where can I find a boyfriend in two weeks?

"Trust me." She said with confidence and that somehow ease my worries. Knowing Chelsea and Barbie, they have a lot of connections. They knew a lot of people so I believe in what Chelsea had said. Or maybe…I'm really desperate that's why I'm clinging to the little hope that Chelsea have offered.

"Alright! But don't give me a guy whom you have touched okay?" I warned her.

"Of course. I know our sacred rule." Yeah, that sacred rule. Don't steal your friend's boyfriends and don't pass over your boyfriend to your friend.

"Don't worry he is still fresh." Chelsea said while grinning from ear to ear and so sure of herself.

"A matinee Idol?" I excitedly ask. It's not impossible you know. Barbie and Chelsea are working in show business.

"Stupid! You think a matinee idol will still like you at your age? Unless he has a plan of making you his sugar mommy?" I frown and took a crumbs of the croissant I'm eating and throw it at Chelsea.

"You are so bad! I am innocent. A virgin" I said loudly and Barbie acted as if she's vomiting.

"Innocent? In what part? For your information Missy, the only part of your body that remains a virgin is your hymen. Your brain, your eyes and even the crevices of your ingrown have been divirginize a long time ago." Barbie loudly emphasized uncaring if all the people in the coffee shop have heard his litany. They really don't care what other people will say or think. That's why I also don't care what other people will say. But when it comes to my uterus, I do care a lot.

"So what!? Besides I don't have any ingrown! You should know that because you are my manicurist." Barbie shrugged her shoulders.

"You are right, because I'm so good at what I do." She said nonchalantly and took that ringing phone on the coffee table in front of us. She ignored the call but read the text message and smile widely.

"Chels, he is near." Chelsea smiled widely at the news while I'm left wondering what they are talking about.

"Who is near?"

"Who else? Of course your future boyfriend?" Chelsea said proudly and my eyes widened in shock. Seriously? That fast?

"That fast?"

"Of course. Trust us! And you..start stripping!" Chelsea jokingly said while laughing.

"Stupid! We are in the coffee shop." I laughed but I can feel my excitement. Who would have thought that I will meet my future boyfriend today? It is such a surprise. I know that these gays worked fast but I didn't expect them to be this fast.

"Wait…how many minutes before his arrival? So I still have time to retouch?" I said in panic. This is a serious business. We are now talking about my future, my forever, so I must be presentable.

"Go girl. Fix yourself. It is the guy's job to wait. They are used to it." I immediately stood up, took my bag and hastily went to the powder room of the coffee shop. But I suddenly stop and went back to our table.

"What's the height?" I needed to be sure.

"Six-three." Chelsea and Barbie chorused and give me a triumphant smile.

"Fabulous!" I exclaimed before I dashed to the powder room. This is it. This is really is it.