I, a student and he, my teacher. Public Relations Class. He looked smart in his eyeglasses, a turn on. He was 22, I was 20. I was seated at the corner, always silent.
The challenge: The class was divided into groups. Each group was to pick a client and was to organize an event for them.
Group A’s client: Jammer’s club, a band at UPLB
The event: Acoustic Night in one of the bars at Elbi Square
I was seated with him, together with some of my classmates. Beers. Bands. He got drunk. I was tipsy. We walked home together, through FO street. I mustered the courage before I could finally utter this question, a statement rather: “Sir, do you know I like you?” He walked faster, maybe 5 steps ahead of me. I followed.
Group B’s client: Il Tazze, a coffee shop inside the campus
The event: “The Perfect Blend,” it was in the month of February and there was a dating game
We were both selected to join the dating game (I’ve blogged about this event before, not sure If I’ve deleted. If you can remember, the blog’s titled “Imperfect blend”). In the end, I was chosen by the majority of the girls who were selected. I won. I received chocolates as prize. I approached him and gave the chocolates to him instead. He did not refuse.
Group C’s client: Moonleaf, a teashop near campus
The event: I don’t remember
There was a photo wall. My friend and I took a picture with him. I asked him if the two of us could have a picture together. This time, he refused.
Many times I asked him if he’s straight and his belief that he was was relentless. I felt I was courting some tough guy who would never give in. One time, I asked him out for dinner and he chose a restaurant where no one would see us together. Before I could even ask him if I could pick him up, I learned that he was already there. I wasn’t familiar with the place so he had to give me directions. That was the time I felt I was already pushing myself too much farther, and felt that all the effort was not at all working.
Another event took place. This time, it was our magazine launch in another class. He was invited. After the event, I texted him, “ I already miss you.” He replied, “Ako din.” That was the first time I felt all the effort paid off and whatever I felt for him then was reciprocated, and the rest, as they say, was history.
PS: We are now both teaching at the university and have just celebrated our 19th monthsary. He was the guy occupying the cubicle next to mine. :)