I want to do nothing with somebody.
I want someone to have coffee with on a Sunday afternoon at home, while I read my favorite book , and he reads his
Just be bored with someone. Crack corny jokes and talk about nonsense things like how cockroaches will outlive us all and what my dogs are probably thinking while they hump in front of me, staring at me like “look mom!” and like I’m supposed to say “Good boy, good girl. Get at it!”
Someone I can Listen to Eraserheads and old Rivermaya songs with… Sing to old Backstreet boys and Britney spears songs with… and talk about how we hate Justin Bieber but starting to love his music lately
I wanna be able to be with someone alone. I want to be able to do alone things with someone, and be “alone” and not feel alone at the same time.
Someone I will feel completely comfortable with, no make up on, hair tied up in a messy bun, with yesterday’s stink still on my skin. And I’ll still feel beautiful.
Someone who will say my srambled eggs with cream cheese and Tabasco is awesome, or my Lucky Me pancit canton with cabbage, carrots and string beans is the best medyo fake pancit canton they’ve ever had.
Someone who will understand I want to be left alone in my own world for a little while, without having to answer to anyone or anything-
But will know I also crave nights out with a bunch of friends, help me pass on shots and will take shots with me, but won’t get too drunk because there might be an itty bitty chance he might have to carry me back to the car and drive me home (this has never happened, but it would be nice to have someone care enough to be sober for the both of us)
Someone who understands the right amount of cuddling and distance. Someone who knows I only look tough on the outside. And that I’m actually such a softie. (Ssshh. Some people still think I’m such a bitch)
Someone who will argue with me because he also enjoys intellectual challenge, but will probably agree to disagree or let me win (and will bask in his victory secretly) haha.
But seriously though
I want to have coffee with someone on a Sunday afternoon, someone who will look at me as he reads his favorite book, he won’t say anything, but I’ll know he’s probably thinking what I’m thinking:
I can smell your stink over here, but Gaaaaddd you’re beautiful. I’m the luckiest person in the entire universe, to be spending some alone time with you.