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There are two kinds of a man for me


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First, the "IDEAL" man. This is the One you dream of every night.
Handsome, nice built, good grammars, someone who plays basketball,
who writes poetry, who plays the guitar, has a good voice, the super
gentleman, the person you write love letters to, your every wish and
prayers belong to him, you stalk him, love him very very much, but
you're just a friend to him. And that breaks your heart.

Next goes the "REAL" man. This man is the ever friendly, always
here, forever loving you type of a guy. Hell buy you flowers, give
you chocolates, cook for you, even wash your clothes if you wish them
to. He dreams of you at night, while you dream of the other. He
wishes for you to love him, while you find ways to be with "the one".
Hell write you long love letters and not give it only because he
knows you wouldn't read it anyway. He loves you very, very much, and
is willing to put through anything for you, while you drool over the
other and forever wait for him.

But knowing that Mr. Ideal wouldn't in the world look at you the way
he does for the "beautiful" ones, you pity yourself and end up
entertaining Mr. "Real". He will not be surprised because this is
what he has always hoped for. For you to be his. And today is the
day.

So there. Now, you are a couple.

You'd go on dates, watching movies, and walking in the park, hell
write you love letters he'd get to give you because he thinks you
have already fallen for his "pitiful reveries". This time, hereally
gets to wash your clothes, including your under wears, and as he
promised, he'd die for you.

Remember the time when you tried to break up with him and he pulled
the trigger onto his head and blood was all over the place?
Only, it was a pellet gun, and the blood was ketchup. It was fun.
But you almost fainted.

You went out for almost a year and during those times, you were not
as faithful. Why, Mr. "Ideal" would sometimes call and wouldask you
for a cup of coffee and some cigarettes ( he has his ways with words)
and you'll dress up even if its 3am only to meet with him.

Mr. "Ideal" would then be a little drunk and playful and youtwo
would find yourselves kissing. And Mr. "Ideal" would say: "So,how's
the boyfriend doing? Have you learned to love him yet? Too bad you
still love me" And he would, again, kiss you, as you let him foolyou
for the nth time.

Mr. "Ideal" goes home, after no coffee and cigarettes, and you
would again, be thinking. "Perhaps he really did love me." or"I've
been fooled". Much, you'd say: "never again"...

Really?!

The next day, Mr. "Real" would knock at your door, bringing you
breakfast, and you'd tell him "Am still sleepy. Just put the foodon
the table and text me first if you'll drop by. You're disturbing my
sleep."

He goes home, sad, but hopeful. "And text me first if you'll drop
by..."- meaning you wanted him to come over later.

How pathetic.

It's been almost a year, and Mr. "Real" still loves you. Nothinghas
changed; you still cheat on him sometimes, when Mr. "Ideal" calls
upon you for a cup of coffee and some cigarettes. But this time, you
are starting to see Mr. "Real" differently. You get to kiss himnow
with your eyes closed, and you give him cards on special occasions.
He notices it, and he loves you even more.

You did wrap yourself up once on his birthday, right? Just because
you are broke and when you asked him what he wants for a gift he told
you: 'YOU".

And you went to the nearest store, bought a wrapper and coiled
yourself around with a masking tape. He loved it.

Once, when you were out having fun with your friends, when
Mr. "Real" appeared on the door. He was alone, and hoping tofind you
there, he went up to your table and motioned to sit down. You stood
up, fast, and told him that you'd like a word with him outside.

You told him that you are not yet ready to tell your friends about
you and him. Poor Mr. "Real". He has to go home then and there.
After ten minutes, The "Ideal" man came inside the bar. He waswith
another girl, one that you see in television and who wears the
silliest earrings. She looked so posh, you wished her dead.

And MR. "Ideal" would come to your table, and chat with your
friends, then he'd sit beside you and tell you "You Think she's hot?"
And you'd say- "Well, her earrings are commendable. And she's tall.
But she looked more like a faggot than a model to me". Mr. "Ideal"
would smile and tell you upright "I like her for that"...

Pathetic.

So, you got home drunk, and you cried buckets just because you think
you're too ugly for him.

Then, you swore not to see him again. You deleted his number on your
cell phone, all his messages in your inbox, and you promised to pay
attention to Mr. "Real", and ask God for forgiveness, and thatif
given another chance, you'd try harder to show the poor Mr. "real"
that you loved him too.

You called Mr."Real', and a girl answered his phone.
"You bitch" she told you. "Now you will never be able tohurt him
again"
"Who are you?" you asked, stunned.
"Well, I just happened to be the girl who forever loved this man,
and that has waited for him all my life, only for you to throw him
away just like that"
"Huh?"
"And now he's mine, and even if I know he loves you more, ill never
give up trying to make him love me. He deserves to be loved, too, you
know"
"I'm sorry"
And you put the phone down.
Again, just like the saying goes: "when it rains, it pours",another
bucket of tears fell from your face.
"Why do I always get to be the one left hurting?" you asked
yourself? And you swore not to ever love again.
Your phone beeped. It was Mr. "Ideal". "I just love theweather.
Don't you?" he'll say.
And again, you find yourself smiling.

Pathetic fool.

You run after someone who's running after another, and you forget
that there's this man who's running after you, too. Not to mention
the girl who's willing to wait until he gets tired of following you
around.

So you see, if we look at love and relationships closely, you'll
realize that it is just a vicious cycle of foolish people running
after each other.

When will the cycle end? I don't know. I guess someone gets to look
back and find the lucky person following her, lovable enough, as for
her to stop and love him instead. I just hope its not too late yet.
Or that she's not too tired, and well, i hope he'd still be there at
her back, waiting.

I'd give you a hint:

The REAL man is him who runs after you no matter who you ran after,
and will always stay close. You can touch him, see him, you might
even fall in love with him. They are the ones who accept us for who
we are, and forgive us for our mistakes. Literally putting, they are
the good ones.., and they bore us.

While the "IDEAL" man is the man who's always an inch afar, andyet
we cannot seem to have him. He's always busy, and they take it
against us if we forget to tell our boss to hire them. They lie,
almost always, and obviously, they don't give a damn about us,
because well... we bore them.

See?

But it doesn't have to be this way all the time.
A time will come for me, for you, to have our cake and eat it at the
same time. Let's not just lose our hopes. Who knows, someone might
have seen us foolishly running and has decided to not run after us,
but towards us instead.