Dear Diary,

The date yesterday went okay. I mean, it's not that great. Well, I don't know really. I had nothing to compare it with. Jessica told me to dress up so I traded my jeans with a dress. I didn't wear heels though. He's not that special.

Well anyway, he really is different. Hindi sya kagaya ng mga fictional characters na nababasa o napapanuod ko. No. He's... well, I don't have an adjective for him. He's just Migs. His chivalry does not include paying for his date's meal. Hindi sya nagpapagwapo. And by that, I mean hindi sya nagyayabang. He's not afraid to say that he flunked at this and failed at that. Kapag may sinabi syang achievement, it's a fact. He's not just boasting. He actually did it.

Hindi sya 'yung tipong nanlilibre and it's a good thing that I brought my ATM card with me dahil pamasahe lang ang dinala kong cash. Akala ko kasi, sya ang magbabayad ng lahat. Hindi pala! And to think nang pinapili nya 'ko ng kakainan, sa mamahaling restaurant ko sya inaya!

Napanganga ako nung hiningi nya 'yung share ko. As in gusto kong isuka palabas lahat ng kinain ko! Grabe lang diary. Turn off!

Ni hindi nya ako inihatid sa bahay. Pinag-commute nya lang ako. Peste sya! Hindi na ako uulit!

Saying 'I told you so',

Ingrid

P.S. He told me he had a good time. The feeling's not mutual.