Thinking Out Loud - When Being Restricted is Fun

Bakit gugustuhin mong magka girlfriend kung ang sarap sarap maging single?

Tama naman.

There are a LOT of things a single man can do. Party all night, get drunk, do wild stuff, get to not listen to her stories, or to accompany her in shopping, or to pick her up after her classes, or go home early. Look at other girls, heck, flirt with other girls, think of other girls, think of other girls. Really, the list could be endless, and filled with fun and crazy things.

But once one is in a relationship, then that changes. A lot that would be in those list would be explicitly banned, forbidden, disallowed. You can't get drunk too much. Can't go home too late. Must tell her where you are. Have less time for yourself to be able to listen to her, to go with her shopping (and seriously, shopping with girls is really hard). Think of other girls no more, and start to think less of yourself, and more for the both of you (not that you start not taking care of yourself, you just start to consider her more, factor her more in your decisions and actions.)

ALL of these, it is chocking in a way. It is binding. It is restricting. And frankly who would want that?

I would.

Call me crazy, yeah, I am. But I would. If she tells me to drink less, or none at all, so that we would be able to talk, then I would willingly do that. If she asks me to go with her shopping and that causes me to miss watching my favorite basketball team, then I would willingly do that. If she constantly asks me what I am doing, where I am, and if I had already eaten, then I would gladly answer all of that. Because nothing is more intoxicating than listening to your voice and your stories. Nothing is more thrilling than see you get excited on what clothes look great on you (and the truth is, everything would). Nothing is better than feeling of having someone care, of being with someone, even if there are already a ton of people around you.

And even if she wouldn't ask for it, I would stop looking at other girls. I will do (and had done) that. I will stop looking at other girls. Stop thinking, and thinking of other girls. And the next girl that I would want to say I love you to? Our future daughter.

So yeah, shackle me up. Chain me in. Restrict me by all means. But if that meant I would be chained forever with you, I'll throw the keys to the chain to the deepest depths of the ocean, for I never want to part with you. Ever again.

Now, when will I be able to let you read this?

(author's note: This doesn't mean that I'll give up my life for that girl, whoever she is. It's just that I would be more than willing to let go of things for her. Of doing less and less of the single stuff, even though it is more fun.)