My girl bestfriend, Chyna, got married recently. She chose her 4 handsomest friends to stand as groomsmen, and of course I was one of them (hahaha! kapal!). It was a grand wedding — the ceremonies at St. James in Ayala Alabang, reception was at the Rizal Ballroom of Makati Shangri-La, with all the bells and whistles, and yes President GMA was one of the ninangs. But the more exciting part, at least for me, was this other groomsman. Let’s call him Doc.
Doc is Chyna’s classmate in pre-med college, while I was her classmate in MBA. Doc actually pursued medicine (Chyna chose not to), and now Doc is, obviously, a medical doctor. And I, a corporate bloke, and more importantly, needing Doc’s skillful hands to mend my broken heart (ka-drama! hahaha!).
During the wholesome bridal shower, he was there. So I asked Chyna, “Hey, is Doc gay?” I was floored with her answer. “No!” So I took the answer grudgingly, making myself believe that Chyna should know her better. Then as the bridal shower event went on, I stole quick glances at him, several times catching him looking at me (haba ng hair di ba?). There was a pampering corner setup during the shower — and I saw him get himself a free manicure — hmmm, I said, quite contrary to Chyna’s “answer” so I took a mental note. Somewhere during that same event, we were introduced, and the usual “pare, pare, nice meeting you, blah-blah” were exchanged. Sadly, if I like the person, I usually become a notch less sociable with them (mahiyain po si Migs sa mga crush niya).
During the wedding ceremony, Doc and I were together most of the time as he sat beside me as co-groomsman. Kick me as I tell you I did not even attempt to start conversation. What was in my mind? “This guy’s straight.” I busied myself with the other groomsman who flew in from the States and was just too happy to chit-chat with someone local and doing him the favor of talking to him in his usual stateside twang. Secretly, however, I was wishing it was Doc I was spending those conversations with. So near yet so far — because I’m so torpe.
At the wedding reception, we were in different tables so that “wished for” conversation never happened. I told myself, “don’t bother, he’s straight anyway.” So the night wore on, and when the time came for some dancing towards the end of the reception dinner, I saw him dancing and enjoying among his predominantly male friends (later I found out, all doctors). Imagine this scene: I was about to leave with my other MBA friends, and doing the customary conversation and goodbyes with the couple near the dance floor. He was dancing with his friends when he saw me, he waved at me, approached, and shook hands. “See you around, pare,” he said while he was holding my hand. I returned the smiles and oh-so-strong handshake, but deep inside I was telling myself - “Stupid Migs, here in front of you, now present, is your probable future. Grab him!”
To Grab or Not to Grab
Sigh. I wanted to get his number but the dancefloor was too noisy, and there were too many people around to see that awkward request and act of exchanging numbers. Hay, hay, hay. Is Doc a possible future? Chyna says he is straight. I thought, maybe she is mistaken? Doc is accomplished, good looking, and does not have a girlfriend (he’s 32). Maybe he is gay. In those last moments I was saying my goodbyes to the newlyweds, I was still debating whether or not I should make a more drastic move.
Unfortunately, I did not.
But as I stepped out of Makati Shang, I texted Chyna. “Would you get me Doc’s cell number? Pretty pls?”
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