Friday, July 1, 2011

The Question of No Return

UGH. I hate it. I REALLY hate it when a guy asks me, "Turtle, can I ask you a question?" or "Turtle, may tanung ako."

WHY?

Why do guys do that? I realized how traumatized I am with that particular question.
 I call it The Question of No Return- because 8 times out of 10, when you reply "what is it?", some big wave of emotional, romantic confession comes crashing down on you. I have learned that when a guy texts me that question, I have to put on my emotional crash helmet or I might kill the nearest passerby.

I had a paranoid moment because one of my guy groupmates from one of my classes texted me. "Turtle, may tanung ako?"
My brain went on overdrive and I swear there was a fight-of-flight response going on. Like, whoooa. I casually asked, "What izzit?" For some reason, he didn't reply anymore.

*SIGH OF RELIEF*

I CANNOT handle things like these gracefully for some reason.

Cramming paperworks,
Awkward Turtle

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