I'm Giddy Happy. I'm Pathetic.

So I saw Shepherd Boy again. And he's exactly that. A boy. And I knew this because I checked the registration sheet and discovered the year he was born in.

For the record, any member of the male species born anytime after I was born is still a boy. And I'm two years and five months older than he is.

I'm pathetic. I'm also giddy happy and it takes self-control to keep from breaking into a big, goofy smile. Yeah. I'm pathetic.

He was by himself when I saw him. He looked... well... alone. His friend wasn't around. I inwardly debated if I would go and approach him or just let him be. In the end, I did. Just for a while. I greeted him, asked if his friend was around, how the orphanage was... small stuff. Oh, and yeah. He forgot my name so I told him again.

Then I ungracefully made my exit to go to my facilitator who was at the other end of the hall.

But before that, I learned he's a Catholic.

I didn't stay with him during worship because if I did, I would have had a very, very hard time concentrating on things that mattered. I might as well have saved myself the effort because I still thought of him a lot. Darn it. I was aware... too aware... of his presence just behind me.

I had to meet my father for dinner so I went home right after. And well... I did seriously inwardly debated if I would go walk with him.

I went to the exit but he checked out one of the booth first. So to buy him a little time, I answered my father's call and walked very, very, very slowly. When he was about two meters away, I turned, said hi and walked with him.

We talked a bit. If he missed his parents. If he went to Sinulog. If he's coming to Summer camp. Small things.

I told him about me taking up medicine and he says he might study either Medicine or Physics when he gets back to Europe.

Okay. Just my luck. I meet an absolutely gorgeous young man who comes from an interesting part of the world, who's Catholic, who's volunteering in an orphanage, who plays the piano, plays soccer and might go into medicine. Oh, and he's a few years younger.

He's like... my dream guy in the flesh. Almost.

You don't meet a guy like that everyday. At least I don't.

But then again, even without the age thing, he will never be for me. Because:

1. I have a commitment.

2. He's a foreigner.

3. He'll go home in a few months.

4. He might have a girlfriend!!!

5. He's too gorgeous!!! And I'm me... plain, simple, uninteresting.

So... even without the age thing (my mother, by the way, is two years older than my father), there's no reason a guy like that would ever, ever fall for a girl like me.