Years ago, while working in Makati, I got a call in the office from this guy who asked me how I liked the flowers he sent. I said, “what flowers?”. He said, “oh, you didn’t get it?” To this day, I still don’t know whether he was pulling my leg or there were really flowers that were delivered somewhere else. I thought he was going to find out what happened and then let me know but he never mentioned it again. Anyway, we started talking, I can’t remember what about really but I did ask him how he knew me – my name, when, and where did he see me. He didn’t give me a straight answer which was really weird. He did give me his name and his office building. We were not next door to each other although my building was also in Gil Puyat. My office was at Comfoods building and his was at the Pacific Star building, assuming he was telling the truth. I remember he had a really nice voice. Very male and…. sexy? I don’t know, but he sounded really attractive. After a few minutes of talking we hung up and I thought that was that.
A couple of days later I got a call in the office again. It was a Saturday so we were working half day. I said I “got a call” because it was not him who made it but his assistant. He asked her to call me to set-up, essentially, a date with me. I believe the exact words she used was “he wants to see you”. I was taken aback and honestly it did not sit well with me. For one thing, it sounded like an order and for another, asking your assistant to arrange your date? I really did not know how to take it. Looking back, it sounded like I was acting a scene out of a Harlequin Romance novel. Like a Lynne Graham novel, almost. Unfortunately, I had stopped reading those kind of novels at that point and it felt weird to received such an invite. So, my response was, “he asked you to arrange a date with me? Where is he?” The assistant sounded surprised by my response and kind of stammered a little and asked me if I wanted him to give me a call when he was free. I told her yes. I wasn’t about to discuss whether or not I wanted to go on a date with him with his assistant.
He called me a few minutes later and told me he wanted to meet at Shangri-la. I forgot now whether it was to be at the bar, cafe, or restaurant. He said his driver will pick me up wherever I wanted him to pick me up. He further told me that I could bring a friend if it made me more comfortable. I guess at that time I just really did not know how to react and I found the whole thing so bizarre that I refused to see him. I made up an excuse that I was dressed casually and that I lived in San Pedro, Laguna (that was true) and didn’t want to go all that way to change. Finally, I told him that I was quitting my job and going to my home city and so any further contact would just be pointless.
To this day, I still wonder…..was he married but wanted me to be his mistress…..single…..good looking….tall……rich (he sounded like it)……I think he was smart…….where did he see me…….how did he know my name…….????? What happened to the flowers? Should I have met with him?