Reading RJ Ledesma's Lies My Yaya Should Have Told Me (which is really more about dating rather than, well, lies my yaya should have told me) made me feel immensely relieved about being fished of the murky waters that is the local dating pool. A little over a month ago I got myself into a very postmodern sort of relationship and for the past couple of weeks, I've been getting used to assuming the social role of "girlfriend" again (on top of balancing academics, work, and a social life).

Actually, scratch that. I can't stand using the word "girlfriend". I am nobody's goddamn girlfriend. To me, the word "girlfriend" brings to mind a sniveling, whining female who can't be away from her "boyfriend" for two minutes without collapsing like a helpless heroine in the tragic conclusion a bad romance novel, or without coming up with the most ridiculous accusations about how he probably found the opportunity to sleep with some ditz during the whole two minutes he was away. Sometimes the word "girlfriend" makes me think of a vapid, empty creature driven by PMS, irrational bursts of anger, and the need to shop shop shop - while having the boyfriend pay for everything and carry all the shopping bags because oh noes, my life is OVER if my pink nail polish gets so much as chipped.

I am so lucky that Alessandro isn't into that whole girlfriend-boyfriend label thing either.


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