As soon as i stepped into the cab, i couldn’t help but notice his whole “bad boy” era. His whole body was covered in tattoos, he had a bad ass earring and a smug look on his face.
During the first few minutes of my ride, I couldn’t help but try to figure him out and wonder if every bad boy has a soft interior. With this, i decided to put my theory to the test.
Noticing that one of his tattoos was a name, I boldly dared to ask if it was his name.
After a few minutes of silence and a bit starring at his tat, he replied and told me that it was indeed his name.
Being a very curious person, i decided to move on to his other tattoos and ask him about those. Every question i asked obviously bothered and irritated him. But i figured that, as long as he continues to answer my questions without cutting me off then, i’m good.
Turns out most of his tatts were names of past flings. So i darked to ask him a question that shook up the conversation and had me heading in the direction i had planned. I asked, “How do you know that you love somebody?”
Then there was a long silence.
Honestly, I felt stupid for even bothering to ask but i have questions that I need answers for and let’s be honest, when you’re desperate for answers- you’re desperate for answers.
Finally he answered but he answered me with a question. “How old are you?” I told him how old i was and anticipated for what he would have to say next. He was probably debating whether to put up with me or kick me out of his car. I’m glad he didn’t.
I could see him looking at me from the rearview mirror. I noticed him do that a lot before he answered me. I think he saw the desperation in my eyes because he finally decided to be honest..
“You know what? Honestly, the only thing us guys are after is sex.”
“Yeah, I know that.”
“Me, I’ve done a lot of girls. It’s pretty easy actually. All you have to do is pretend to listen and actually care about their problems, take them out for dinner, get them drunk and it’s a done deal.”
“I’m not surprised.”
Sensing the tone of insult in my voice, he quickly changed the mood of the conversation and said, “I know I may come off as a bad person because i’m tattooed and pierced all over and also because I’m rudely honest but there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
“Like what?”
“Like that the fact that the only thing that can make me cry is a woman. or the loss of one.”
“Really?”
“What I told you earlier about guys only wanting sex? Well, it’s not just boys. Some girls only want the same thing too.”
“Really? I don’t believe you.”
“You don’t? You know, I once dated this girl. The first time I met her, she asked me if she could be in charge. By in charge I mean in charge of everything. She would choose where we’d eat, where we’d go and what we’d do. And she’d pay for everything, too! And I’m just a freaking taxi driver what kind of money do i have to spend on her the way she was planning to spend on me? So of course, I said yes.”
“So what happened?”
“Exactly what she said would happen. She took me out for dinner, we had a few drinks, we talked, laughed and then she told me that we’d check in somewhere…”
I didn’t believe it. I thought he was dating some kind of hooker who couldn’t get laid anymore. But he swore it was true and I let him go on with his story.
He told me how he had been brought into the room where his date had ever so kindly stripped for him. She not only stripped for him but even placed his hands in very questionnable places. But she eventually stopped when she noticed how he wasn’t participating.
“What’s wrong? Am i not good enough for you? Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“No,it’s not that.”
“Then what is it?”
“Ï don’t know. I just… I just… can’t”
And with that, the girl smiled and said, [btw, ga hubo gihapon siya ani, fyi. HAHA] “You’re not what people said you were at all.”
Omar [which i forgot to mention is the name of the driver] then explained to me that in that moment he knew he was in love with her because in some way he didn’t see the need to be intense with her at that moment. And that he didn’t mind if he didn’t have sex with her because her presence was enough for him.
So she put her clothes back on and they left. Now, Omar is happily married to her.
I don’t know what this means to most of you people but it means a lot to me. It would just be really nice to know that even if we don’t/ can’t/ won’t respect ourselves, there is someone out there who actually will.
Girls, find someone who doesn’t need you to have sex with them to prove that you love them. No, find someone who doesn’t ask for sex AT ALL.
I hope you liked this. This is a REAL story
