Jenna, In Charge

“Jenna, do you think my model plane has a higher probability to crash if I’m going to use copper instead of aluminum?” That was Jeffrey asking. “Jenna, which do you think my date would dig the black one or the fiery red one?” That’s Sarah while holding two dresses for her hot date tonight. “Jenna, do you think I should give Kieffer another chance?” That’s Sam talking about her philandering boyfriend. And this is the pits “Jenna, do you think it would rain today?” That’s Jake while looking out the window already in his red runners. Okay, before you get weird ideas into your head let me sort out this confusion for you. I don’t have ESP and I’m definitely not a clairvoyant, although my siblings see me as that. I’m the youngest in a brood of five. And if you were a fan of Scott Baio in the 80’s, I’m the female version of his then popular show Charles in Charge.

I believe that from the moment I was born I was destined to be the “slave” of my elder brothers and sisters. I started as an errand girl at a tender age of 6. I used to run to a nearby store to buy this and that or to drop off or borrow something from a neighbor. When I grew older and a lot smarter (I think). I was promoted from errand girl to executive assistant. Sounds classier huh? Don’t be fooled the job is more tedious and requires critical and analytical thinking especially if I’m doing one of Sam’s book reports, term papers and now her thesis! And now that I’m 17 years old and already graduating from college I was unwillingly promoted to Jack-of-all-trades or should I say Jill-of-all-trades? I don’t know if this is a curse, I mean my being smart and all. They say that my intelligence quotient is so qualified to be included in the MENSA. A group for amazingly smart people, well what do they really know huh? My parents first noticed the sign of my brainpower at a tender age of 3. I not only speak straightly but I can also recite my ABC backwards and count up to a thousand. I know how to distinguish colors and I know the capitals and key cities of almost all the countries like the back of my hand. They were left with no choice but to put me to school at an early age. But since I always excel in all the subjects I was always accelerated to a higher grade. Until now that I’m only 17 but about to say goodbye to my university already. Growing up was rather hard for me for I have not experienced playing with kids my age or doing the things they do. While they were playing Hide and Seek and Tag, you are It in the streets I was already mixing chemicals in my little lab. I may be the smartest in the family or in my whole class but I’m also the saddest 17-year-old kid on the planet.

“To have lunch or not to have lunch, that is the question”, my best friend Justin jokingly chided as he sits beside me in the cafeteria while I was seriously poring over my notes. “Oh, common Jynx (he fondly calls me this, and until now I still don’t know why) are you going to beg off from lunch again?” “It’s twice this week already and there’s no way that I will let you.” After saying his piece he snatched my notebook from me. “Hey, give that back I’m not finish with the statistical analysis of Sam’s thesis yet.” “Seriously Jynx why do you let them do this to you?” “Do what? I asked nonchalantly.” “Bully you, silly. Why don’t you for once in your life tell them to Fuc….” “Hep, no swear words all right.” “Why don’t you tell them to get a life then?” “They are my flesh in blood, end of discussion.” He sensed that he touched a sensitive part of me because I have this look on my face that says, “I’m not making this conversation any longer.” To lighten the mood he then said “I have a surprise for you, you’ll never guess what it is.” “It’s a chocolate bar I exclaimed!” “Are you sure you don’t have ESP?” He joked and handed me the chocolate bar. And I smiled my sweetest smile. He gives me one chocolate bar everyday for 3 years of our friendship now. Justin is your normal average guy and he did grow up pretty normally. He wasn’t accelerated or sent to different schools to compete on a spelling contest or quiz bee. He did not win any science fair not even once. But Justin is just his unique self. The sweetest and most thoughtful guy I know. He is in his freshman while I’m on my last year in the university. I’ll happily trade places with any “normal” kid our age just to spend a few more years with Justin in this University.

Our friendship started one fateful rainy afternoon. It was raining so hard though it wasn’t something like I’m supposed to build an ark pronto but just the same it’s enough to make me look like a drowned cat even with my jacket and umbrella on hand. And Justin along with the other people in the waiting shed needed to cross the street to get a ride. But he doesn’t have anything on that would protect him from the rain he was just scantily clad with his school uniform. He was using his trapper-keeper as a shield from the rain. He kept on looking at his watch as if he has to be by the bedside of his dying mother. Well, I let my imagination ran wild that day that’s why I offered to accompany him on the other side of the street and waited for him until he got a ride and went back to my side of the street. He just muttered a very shy thank you before he finally rode the bus. We did not even exchange names. Had I known later on that the reason why he was so eager to go home was to catch even just the last quarter of a football game, I would have just let him stayed with me in the shed so that there would be two of us who would look like drenched and soggy cats. Well, I really can’t point an accusing finger at him can I? It’s not his thinking that has gone outrageously crazy right? A week after that he found me in the cafeteria (as if I’m hard to find). I’m always eating solitarily, friendless and considered atypical by kids my age. I always sit on the farthest corner of the cafeteria, eating my lunch with my head bent down. That’s where Justin found me. He approached me and said, “There’s my life saver!” He seated himself without even waiting for me to ask him to join me. “We did not have the time to formally introduce ourselves.” I’m Justin, Justin Nielsen.” Already extending his hand. “And your…?” “Jenna, Jenna Walters, and took his hand. “And to repay your kindness Jenna, I’m giving you this.” And he handed over a medal of valor well actually it’s not really a medal but a chocolate bar but it felt like it because it has been months that I haven’t tasted anything with chocolate. Since my doctor diagnosed me that I have acute gastroenteritis I can’t drink coffee or milk (as if I care), eat legumes, nuts, any thing spicy, oily, any citrus and sadly chocolates (this really affected a great part of my life cause I’m a pure and unadulterated chocolate addict!). Even if I was tempted to accept his offer I declined and said that I’m full already. When I looked at him he pursed his lips and looked at me with puppy eyes as if begging for mercy. He looked stupid in a cute way though that’s why I was not able to resist his charm and shared with him my meager lunch. And then he said while pretending to read something from a scroll, “From this day onwards I will be your slave forever and all your wishes will be my command.” “Aren’t you exaggerating things a little bit, I asked?” “Of course not, think about it if you were not there, I would have run into the rain just the same, got really soaked and who knows I might have contracted pneumonia and died by now.” “So you see what you did was really heroic, you saved my life.” I was too dumbfounded to reply. And he was true to his words, from that day on Justin never left my side.

-to be continued-

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Song of Claire for Charlie

I thought our love was strong

That’s why I keep on holding on

But one day you came to me

And you told me you were wrong

Refrain

We’ve been building our dreams together

For our love and the future is so clear

But one day you came to say goodbye

And I keep on wonderin’ why

Chorus

Why did it have to end this way

Why did your love just fade away

Tell me why, oh why did you exchange

The things that we’ve been through

Why did it have to be this way

I don’t remember anything

I did to pay for all the pains I’m going through

Why did it end this way

I thought our love will last

I’m so confused why it’s so fast

I don’t know why you had to go

Why I had to let you go

(Repeat Refrain)

Chorus 2

Why did it have to end this way

Why did your love just fade away

Tell me why, oh why did you exchange

Our love for someone new

Why did it have to be this way

I don’t remember anything

I did to pay for all the pains I’m going through

Why did it end this way

Bridge:

I was down, full of hurt, full of tears and now in pain

And I don’t know who to turn to and I just don’t know what to do

And I don’t know why you left me, why you left me all alone

Why did it have to end this way

Why did your love just fade away

Tell me why, oh why did you exchange

Our love for someone new

Why did it have to be this way

I don’t remember anything

I did to pay for all the pains that I’m going through

Why did it end this way

*This song was born out of a woman’s great love for a man who did not love her the same way as she did. It’s a song of broken promises and betrayal.

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My Dashie

Dash came into our lives a couple of weeks before my birthday. He was just 5 months old then. He’s a tan colored, short haired dachshund. He looked so frail and small that’s why we spent quite sometime choosing from different shapes and sizes of dog kennels before we were able to choose the perfect one for him. My vet cousin gave it to me as an advanced birthday gift because I was so depressed when Grizzly, our family dog of 9 years died of ruptured tumor. She was supposedly scheduled for an operation but she died before she was operated upon. I was so devastated. I was crying almost every day. I missed her fetching me from the town houses’ gate every time I get home from work and we would walk together until we were both inside the house already. For 9 years, she’s been very faithful and loyal to us and then one day she was gone. I miss you Grizzly!

Then enter Dash into our mundane existence. Dash was quite a pain in the neck at first. He was very destructive playful. He loved all kinds of cords. From flat iron, refrigerator, rice cooker cords to cell phone chargers, name it and he bit it all. He loved newspapers too. Every Sunday he gets the morning paper and before anyone could read it, he has already torn it into pieces. That’s Dash, he loved annoying each and every one of us but we loved him just the same. It was his 13^th day with us when he got lost. Our maid forgot to lock the gate that’s why he went out and wandered around. I was so sad. I was thinking that we’ll never be able to find him because he’s so gentle and tamed. Anyone would love to have him. My younger brother printed his pictures and placed it on every post that he could get his hands to. We were getting quite hopeless already when a Good Samaritan returned him to us. That was after 13 miserable days without him wrecking the house. We were so happy because the youngest addition to our family has finally got back home. As he grew older, he became less and less of a nuisance. He’s more behaved and matured I should say. But one thing has not changed about him; he was still so sweet and loving. Always jumping at you whether you’re sitting or lying down and letting you scratch him behind his ears. He loved that. My Dashie really fancied that. He would be licking your face and leap at your shoulders to give you some doggie hugs. He was such a sweetie. We were happy for almost three years until I got married and left the house. I can’t let him come with me just yet because I’d be living with my husband and his entire family. I was quite embarrassed to ask them if I could bring my dog with me but I left him a promise. I said we’ll be together again in a couple of months so he has to be a good boy and wait for my return, I’ll just find the right timing to bring the subject of him staying with us. He looked at me with the saddest eyes but when I asked for his paw to shake as a sign of our promise to each other, he still extended it to me. I left him with a heavy heart but I needed to start my own life too and I was left with no choice but to ask my parents to take good care of him while we were apart.

After just a couple of months, he got sickly all of a sudden. He wouldn’t eat or even drink. He grew weaker and weaker. He was brought to the vet but they can’t seem to find what the matter with him was. Until that tragic day last August 28, he just stopped breathing and as if he just willed to die. It broke my heart. I cried for hours thinking that he died of loneliness. I thought that’s the most painful kind of death, to die because of lonesomeness. My Dashie died because he missed me so. I kept on saying “I’m sorry Dash”, “I’m sorry my dear boy”, “I was going to keep my promise but why did you not keep yours?” But it was too late. He’s gone and I can never ever hear him yip his happy yip, feel his sweet kisses and warm hugs, see him jumping up and down or twirl around when he was chasing his tail and see the contentment on his face every time I scratch his ears. I can never touch his soft, shiny and warm fur ever again. I hope he has forgiven me already for ever leaving him. My mom said that maybe he has already served his purpose, to make a sad, miserable woman like me happy and live again. Maybe he did. But whatever his purpose was I’m happy that at one point in time, there came a dog not just into our house but into our hearts and changed our lives forever.

Thank you my darling Dashie. Thank you for making our existence matter. Thank you for all the memories. I miss you and I love you boy.

Reality Bites and It Bites Hard

Have you ever met someone and just knew right then and there that he’s the ONE? From the first time you ever laid eyes on him, heard him speak, watched him move, and saw him smile? You felt your heartbeat rate shoot up the ceiling and your heart was doing back flips, somersaults and even cartwheels? You did? Well, that’s exactly what I felt when I first saw him. He looked like he stepped out from the GQ magazine. His presence alone was intoxicating. You would never see him with unkempt hair, long and dirty finger nails, shirts that are not well ironed or neatly tucked. He’s so good looking and great smelling too. He’s got a deep-throated voice with a soft rumble. He speaks so eloquently and effectively as well. He’s intelligent and sensible. Can be funny and serious. When I got to know him, I also found out that he’s sensitive, respectful, tactful and courteous. He loves to cook especially for his mom and his youngest sister. He’s fond of kids. He gets goofy with them and tells them scary and funny stories. He’s a real gentleman; you would never hear him say any thing bad about anyone. He’s got a heart of gold especially for the unfortunate ones. So you would say, Wow, he really fits the bill! You are one lucky woman! I’d die just to be in your place! Hep, hep, hep, hold your horses ladies! Wait, until you hear me out. It’s true that he sounds like he’s almost perfect but (yes, there’s that big BUT)…he likes…MEN too! Yes, he’s gay, sward, faggot, and homo. Simply speaking in our lingo, he is BAKLA! Hah, there I’ve said it! Hey. Don’t get mad at me ladies, my apologies for beating around the bush and not telling you the whole truth immediately. You got disillusioned huh? Well, if you felt that way, what do you think did I feel when I finally mustered enough courage to tell him that I’m in love with him? It’s like I was suddenly poured down with ice-cold water with icicles piercing my heart! It was truly unforgettable in a painful way! So, I’ll let you in on the conversation that transpired that night.

It was truly a romantic evening. We were walking under that stars blanketing the welcoming sky, the moon was gleaming like a silver platter, the crickets were gaily serenading, and the trees were dancing with the fairies of the woods. Then we sat beside the lake glistening like thousands of diamonds. And there, I felt it. That inexplicable joy of just being with him, of having him so near. That with just a few words he could be mine or I could lose him forever. So, I said to myself. “Calm down girl, you can do this. All you have to do is say it and wait for his reaction or you could just turn tail and run now and suffer for the rest of your life for not telling him!” I was fidgeting the California travel guide that I bought with me when I’ve decided to tell him. I looked into his eyes, placed my hand on top of his and was so careful not to blink because I wanted him to take me seriously. I was hyper ventilating, I was mumbling like an idiot at first until I composed myself again and told him “Jake (not his real name), I think I’m in love with you, I mean I love you, I really do.” And everything fell silent, it was deafening. Then he slowly stood up, brushed the grass off his pants and said “Josh, you are great woman, smart, funny and all the good words molded into one but… (Then, I thought Uh-oh, there’s that dreaded BUT again!) But…I’m…gay, I’m sorry.” My mind went blank and I was repeating those words over and over again in my head. He’s what? He’s gay? What did he mean by that? Oh, I get it, this is a nightmare and I would get up any minute now and say “Whew, what a weird dream!” But it didn’t happen. It was real. I was really standing in front of him and hearing those words. I felt like my knees turned into jelly, I sat down rather abruptly and for the first time in my life, I was speechless. I wanted to say something, anything but no words came out. I wanted to tell him it’s all right but it’s not, I know things would never be the same again between us. And I was right. Because after that incident, he never spoke to me again. We drifted apart, lost contact and never saw each other until now. Sad, but true.

So my question is this “What if you already found the man of your dreams but he turned out to be a nightmare because he happens to be gay?” You wouldn’t know what to do, what to say, what to feel, what to think until you’re in the situation that I’ve gone through with. Life is really ironic because even if you already found you think is “THE ONE” that you want to spend the rest of your life with but if he is not “THE ONE FOR YOU” then you’ll still end up getting your heart broken. It’s true that we can’t choose whom to love and whom not to love but at least we could try to be more cautious. Be careful whom you fall in love with because what happened to me could definitely happen to you. So, I therefore conclude that great men are either taken already, six feet underground or GAY! Reality does bite and it bites hard!

An In Depth Depiction of Life of a CSR

“Good Evening Customer Care this is Joshua.” Was my greeting correct? Is it really evening now? I seem to get confuse what morning, afternoon and evening covers.That’s why there are times that I say all the salutations in just one greeting. That’s definitely an “X” mark on my Used Standard Greeting attribute, my bad!Ooops! I nearly forgot it’s my 15-min break already. I have to make sure that after logging out, I have to log in to MST right away too. Don’t want to do damage on my Adherence rating. Hay, how time flies so fast, I just got to the canteen and I only have 9 minutes left! The elevator is just super fast you know, zooming all the way up to 10^th floor. Yeah, right. Bad idea, definitely a bad idea that I went up here in the first place. I guess I just have to start going down again huh? If I’ll spend as much time going down as that of going up, I will still have 3 minutes left to do a little chit chatting and then back to the real world again.Oh, Lord God please don’t let my next caller be irate. “Good Evening Cust… “What’s good with the evening ha?” “ I beg your pardon ma’am.“ ”Are you deaf, I said what’s good with the evening when your company has been giving me the run around yak…yak…yak… and blah! blah! blah!” “I understand how you feel, I’m really sorry fo…” “Oh, don’t go getting sappy at me now, I know you are being paid to say that.” (Oh, Lord please do not let me lose my patience. I know that patience is a virtue so please I’m begging You to shower this virtue upon me ASAP! Send it via Fed-Ex, UPS or DHL, whichever way is faster!) “I know you are really upset Ma’am, May I have your name?” “What do you need my name for? When your company is still dilly-dallying whether to act on my concern or not! So it’s just utterly useless whether I give you my name or not.” “I really would like to help you Ma’am. If you could just provide me your name and the details of your concern, I’m sure we will be able to solve th…” “I’m tired of you people saying the same things over and over again! You’ll hear from my lawyer!” BLAG! Ouch, that really hurt! I instantly heard a buzzing sound like that of a bee flying around a flower. The slamming of the phone as if she was slamming a car door was enough already to make my hearing impaired in the future. What was that all about? Why was she screaming as if there’s something stuck in my ear? She would not even let me help her. Totally out of this world! What’s her problem anyway? Unhappy childhood perhaps or she just needed a sounding board? Very, funny Lord, very funny. Okay next time I’ll be more specific, I’ll say Please Lord don’t let my next caller be VERY irate. Fair enough? I have a feeling today is my lucky day! Astrologically speaking. my stars might have collided with Venus or Mars that’s why I’m having a terrific day. So terrific that I just want whatever planet it has collided to crash down on me! How am I supposed to tag this one on the CSP then? Is there an SR for screaming clients and biting your head off? Or a real pain in the neck client who refuses to fill you in with what really happened that caused her to act as if she was possessed or something? Eenie Meenie Mi Ni Mo. Better tag this just the same, I don’t want to get less than 100% on my pegging compliance. Shall I take a breather? Nah, I might as well be ready for my next caller, or my CSR Utilization suffers. I guess I just have to keep my fingers crossed as well as my toes, it might work you know, to drive away bad spirits. It sounds cultish though, don’t you think? Can you blame me? Desperate people resort to desperate measures. If I have to do the rain dance thing around my post I will do it just to make sure that all my succeeding callers would all be pleasant. Ting! Another call has come in. I’ll make a sign of the cross first before answering…”Good Evening Customer Care this is Joshua.” “Good Evening Joshua. My name is blah..blah..blah..and my mobile no is so and so, I just would like to know why I have an overpayment reflected on my current bill.” After PID, and thorough checking of the account…EUREKA! Now, I know where she got her overpayment. As I was explaining to the client my “new found treasure” (because it really feels like it every time you are able to interpret a confusing bill), my colleague from the other group approached me and asked for the appropriate business process to be applied concerning her corporate client. Maybe she did not notice that I have a call because she has already talked lengthily about her subscriber’s concern while I was still on the line with my subscriber. Wait, I’m feeling something now, it’s like instantly I’ve grown another brain. I have two brains now! This is great! One, doing the interpretation and explanation to my subscriber and the other one taking a grasp of what my colleague has just said. NOT! Well, I wish it were true. Of course, I ended up putting my subscriber on hold because I completely lost the continuity of my thoughts. I wish there were breadcrumbs that I could follow, like that of Hansel and Gretel’s so that I could easily pick up from where I left off. But then as the colloquial phrase goes…You wish!

The finger and toe crossing worked! I’m down to my last 30 minutes. I would go home right away. I’ll fix all my things, put my bag on my shoulder and then at exactly 9 p.m. I’m out of here! I’ll spend two hours in a hot bath. Aaah…very relaxing. And nothing beats a mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows on a cold night. I was wishful thinking like that while browsing a mag with the latest celebrity gossip when…Ting! What?!? A call? I can’t believe this! Okay, this is my job so I have to attend to my client even if my feet feel like flying already. The poor thing lost his phone and asking me to bar his outgoing access. Chicken feed. This is just easy. I’ll still go home early after all. I can already feel the warm water all over my body. La…la…la…la…What the… the Jwalk hanged! What’s the matter with this thing? There goes my Supervisor announcing something. Wait, I have to go nearer to hear what she is mumbling about. Oh, this is just wonderful! The Jwalk is inaccessible! She asked me to collate all the numbers that were unprocessed for the entire floor. And, I had this “Are you referring to me?” written all over my face. Oh, please don’t let it be me! Oh, well there goes my hope for a 2-hour warm relaxing bath. I guess I just have to settle for a quick cold shower after all. I still have an early shift the next day that’s why.So who says life for us is easy? I’m telling you they are absolutely clueless. No other job can ever measure up to the everyday drama and action of a CSR’s life. I’m more than proud to be one.

Thank You Wrong Ones

You might think that I have had so many relationships because of what I’m about to share with you. But the truth is I only fell in love once. Once, but he broke my heart into millions and millions of pieces. Made it hard for me to trust in love again. Afraid to give anyone the power to hurt me just like before. Until I met someone that I’ve grown to love too. Maybe not as intense as the love that I had for the first man in my life but just the same it was still love. You maybe are wondering why I’m speaking in past tense? Well, as you’ve guessed it, it didn’t work out also. I cried, got hurt, though not as painful as before but the bottom line is I still got bruised very badly. Okay, so you might say “Hey, cut to the chase, what is really your point huh?” My point is that I’ve failed twice maybe more than that if I’m going to include my puppy loves (Hey, it broke my then very young heart too, you know.) I got disappointed, frustrated and terribly scared. But you know what? I never stopped believing that one day I would meet the person that God created for me. That one day, I never have to say goodbye to love ever again. That our first conversation would begin with “How do you do?” and would end with “Can I spend my whole life with you?”

When everything fails, when your heart is starting to feel that it would never be mended again, the only beautiful thing that you could hold on to is not a cosmetic surgery but…HOPE. Hope that you just have to be patient and wait for your time to come. And if that happens, you would know that it was worth all the tears, pains, and all the hurt. Because you would learn that for every tear that you’ve shed, for every pain that you bore, for every hurt that you’ve endured, for all the times that your heart has been broken, and for all your dreams that were shattered, there were reasons behind it. We may not know what were those but we just have to believe that every little thing happens for a reason.

Pain builds character and I strongly believe that it’s completely in our hands whether we would let it make us or break us. I’m glad that sometimes we have to learn things the hardest possible way. That sometimes we have to meet all the wrong people for us and get hurt in the process. For we might not appreciate or even recognize the right people when they finally come into our lives if we haven’t met the wrong ones first. So should I say, thank you wrong ones? Yes, I think I should. Because if not for all of them, I will not be what I am right now, a stronger, wiser and better me. So for all of you broken-hearted people out there, hear my plea! Never stop wishing, dreaming and hoping for one day it would all come true. You just have to believe.

Are You A Man or a Mouse?

Have you ever heard the lame excuse “I’m just a guy” whenever men are caught cheating on their wives or girlfriends? In this time and age, I still wonder what the hell does that mean. Yesterday, I went to one of the malls near our place and as I was sitting and quietly sipping my coffee while leafing through the latest tattoo designs I saw my best male bud in the office holding hands and laughing with somebody who is definitely not his wife! I was numbed with shock for I know no reason for him to cheat on her. They are one of the most envied couples in the office. They don’t just look good together but they also have a great family. They have two cute and wonderful kids so my mind can’t seem to grasp what I was seeing. Imagine how surprised he was when I went to their table and said hi. After he introduced her to me as his girlfriend and we made a few pleasantries, I already bid my goodbye and left them. I’m sure he was tortured mentally as to what I was going to do next after finding out his philandering. I tried to get them off my mind so I can enjoy myself but I can’t seem to forget the scene that I have witnessed. Since it’s not my place to say anything to his wife, I felt like I’ve become an unwilling accomplice to the crime that he was committing. The other woman or should I say the other girl looks like she haven’t even graduated from school yet. She looks so young and innocent, a total babe in the woods. It was pretty obvious that she’s clueless as to what she has gotten herself into. She’s just a fly who was conned by a big clever spider into his web. After a few hours, he called me up and pleaded not to tell anything to his wife. I felt really bad for Marika (not her real name) that’s why I wasn’t able to say anything at first but “How could you?” And that’s when I heard the crappiest alibi of all time, “I’m just a guy.” Wow! That totally explains everything, you know. I completely understand now. NOT! I find this excuse utterly senseless! It’s like he was expecting me to comprehend that the reason he was able to do this loathsome thing is because he’s a guy. So? Does that give him the right to be unfaithful? Does that merit him the privilege to be promiscuous and do whatever his flesh is dictating? And then he said “I’m not a saint, I’m weak.” “And, don’t worry Josh, this is just a flash in the pan. I’m just having fun. I still love my wife you know.” Can you believe this guy? I don’t want to elaborate anymore on all the rubbish that came out of his mouth. I never heard him say not even once during our entire conversation that he was sorry for cheating on his wife. If he is really a man like what he is bragging then he should be man enough to admit that he’s at fault. And I hope when his wife finds out he won’t start with “I’m only human” crap either. Men have two options whenever they are caught fooling around: 1. Be a man. 2. Be a mouse. You choose.

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