Chapter 3

As a woman with a near expiring uterus, first impression is very important for me especially if I'm going to meet my future, my future husband, the future father of all my children. Yes, children, lots and lots of children. I won't be prudent and I will not even care about my figure.  I really wanted to have a lot of children because I am an only child and an only child could understand why I wanted to have a lot of kids. It is very lonely to be an only child. I don't have a playmate, I don't have someone to annoy, to fight, someone who will steal my food and toys. All of my parents attention is on me, all the foods inside are refrigerator are for me, my grandparents, my aunts and uncles are all dotting over me. I am alone in my world and it is lonely.

It's like there is a limit in the number of children in our family since the maximum child is only two. That's why all of our relatives attention are on me because in my generation, I am an only child, the only grandchild, the only niece on both sides. Imagine all the attention directed at me. That's why no one could say that I lack attention. When it comes to attention I've just had too much that it is considered irritating.

 So, I've decided not to subject my child to what I've gone through. I needed to have many children. The kind that will fill the house with noise and there is scattered toys everywhere. I like that kind of family chaotic, noisy but fun.

So, I need to impress that six foot three guy. I looked at the mirror and check myself out and when I'm satisfied, I took a deep breath and went out.

I went back to our table and my smile widened when I saw a guy wearing a pink polo shirt sitting beside Barbie. He looks tall judging on the length of his thighs even if his back is on me.

I wasn't able to check him out yet but I can sense his yumminess from afar. I got excited so I hurried towards our table. But my smile immediately faded when I saw who is sitting beside Barbie. All my excited was gone.

"He is the guy you are referring to?" I ask Chelsea and Barbie with annoyance. I'm really disappointed.

"You are not gross out at what you are saying?" Barbie said while raising her perfect eyebrows.

I grimaced and haphazardly sit on my chair.  I don't give a damn about my poise. Why should I try to be graceful? It is just Lexie. One of our friends. Besides, my grace will never surpass the grace she possesses. She is naturally graceful it's like a sin.

"I'm grossed out but who knows?" I looked at Lexie and snapped at her.

"Why are you here? Last time I've heard you are in Paris." I bitchily asked Lexie but she just looked at me, raised her eyebrows and didn't answer. This gay is really a bitch! I wanna hit her already.

"Why? Am I not allowed to go back to the Philippines?" She snapped at me in return then looked at me with disgust from head to toe. I know why she is looking at me with distaste. She doesn't like what I'm wearing. My fashion sense didn't pass her high standards. So what? Who cares about her opinion? So what if she graduated from Paris best fashion school?

Lexie and I never really get along each other ever since college. She is too bitchy for my taste. It just so happens that Barbie and Chelsea are my friends and Lexie is Barbie and Chelsea's cousin. They are close but between me and Lexie, we will never be friends. I don't like even the shape of her eyebrows.

Before, I must admit that I like him. Yes..him. During the time that I still don't know that he is a gay. The first time he entered our classroom I initially liked him. When he silently sat on a chair, I was already daydreaming of him as my boyfriend. Who could blame me? He is totally handsome. Tall, fair and handsome. Besides who would know that he is gay? He doesn't wear any makeup and he dress like any guy.

But the moment he walked and talked, all my dreams was shattered. We are not meant to be. He is more girly and more flirty than I am. He is a lost to the male population. He can't spread his good genes. Good thing is, he has a twin.

"Where is my souvenir from Paris." At least he should bring something for his friends right? She just looked at me and raised again her eyebrows.

"Did you give money so I can buy your souvenirs?" She asks in a sarcastic way. That's another thing. They are so rich but I can't understand why she is so stingy. For ten years for knowing her, I can't remember a time when he treats all of us.

"Shouldn't you at least give something to your friends since you came from another country? To tell them that even if you are far you still remember them?"

"Where did you get that kind of stupidity?" She asks again. She is so frustrating!

"Whatever, stingy!"

"Beggar!" She answered back.

"Stingy!" I snapped back.

"Tasteless!" My eyes narrowed at her.

"Uncircumcised!" I added. That silenced her. She thinks she can beat me?

"And..Lexie lost." Barbie laughed.