Being Too Handsome Should be Punishable by Law

Because I’m searching for my soulmate, I’m currently avoiding every member of the male specimen wearing a green shirt. Well, that’s not exactly accurate. The truth is, I’m avoiding every member of the male specimen wearing green who happens to fall way below my… umm… standards.

(PS. I know I’m being mean and discriminating, but what the heck! A girl has every right to make her dream guy as perfect as possible.)

Anyway, my soulmate’s supposed to be wearing a green shirt. Why a green shirt? That is the subject of another blog entry.

So the reason my sister and I avoided eating one particular carenderia was because there was this guy wearing green. And since I’m not taking any chances at all, we decided to eat somewhere else.

On our way home, we passed by the same carenderia. And who else should be there but the most gorgeous young man I have ever seen. And I’m not even exaggerating. Oh, and yeah. He was wearing green.

I think it’s one of those cosmic jokes the universe plays on unsuspecting people every now and then.

The thing is, I know this guy. I see him almost every day because we happen to go to the same school and because he happens to be only a year ahead of me in the same course. And I’ve come to the same conclusion, that he was the most handsome person I have ever seen, a long time ago. He could have played Edward Cullen to perfection.

However, I’ve never really had a crush on him. I’ve always preferred a Jacob Black over an Edward Cullen. And I have a Jacob Black in school already.

STILL… that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have the ability to take my breath away. And that’s what happened when I passed by that carenderia and saw him standing oh so casually in his green jersey with a towel slung around his shoulders.

Seriously. I personally think it’s a crime to be that handsome. People like him should wear masks so as not to dazzle ordinary mortals like yours truly.

But that’s not where the story ends.

I was so dazzled that when I judged that we were a safe distance away, I began talking about him to my younger sister. If I can recall it right, I began babbling about how unfortunate it was that we hadn’t eaten in that carenderia after all and that on second thought, the guy didn’t really know me since we weren’t friends so there’s no way he’d even say hi to me. Then I went on to say it really was a good thing we hadn’t eaten there because I saw a classmate having dinner there with a girl and I didn’t quite like that classmate because he thinks he’s so handsome and that most of the members of the female population were enamored by his good looks… blah, blah, blah…

And when my sister looked over her shoulder, who should be walking not more than 2 meters behind us but the Adonis himself. I didn’t even bother looking behind me. We were so flustered that we quickened our pace and then crossed to the opposite side of the street. I couldn’t decide if I should go hide in the nearest store or make a beeline for home.

How long had he and his friend been walking behind us??? Did he hear us talking or was he too engrossed in his conversation that he didn’t hear his name being mentioned more than once??? And the big question, did he recognize me???

For once in my life, I sincerely hope that I really was as invisible in school as my overly dramatic mind imagined. I hope that my face was really that forgettable that though we’ve once been on the same elevator and though we frequently pass each other by in the library, he wouldn’t recognize me at all.

I may never know if he heard our conversation… or if he even recognized me. Frankly, I’m not that eager to know.

Moral lesson: Don’t talk about boys in public. And handsome men should be fined, if not imprisoned, for being so dazzling.