electric guitar lesson

I had my first electric guitar lesson today. Since I won’t be doing anything between March and April my mom thought I might as well take some guitar lessons instead of rotting away in the house. My dad didn’t think it was a very good idea–he says my mom spoils me too much–but some things can’t be learned by yourself. And then he starts getting worried that my guitar teacher will flirt with me or something. Uhh, yeah. Like a guy old enough to be my father will actually be interested in going out with flabby little me. My dad’s been seeing this psychic, who is a client of his, and according to this psychic I will have a secret boyfriend. Oooh. But maybe the psychic is talking about the past, because nobody I like is interested in me. As a matter of fact, I don’t even have a single flesh-and-blood crush right now (Daniel Johns doesn’t really count)! But that was all the psychic needed to say to give my dad some extra grey hairs and wrinkles on his forehead. What my dad doesn’t know is that he worries in vain; I am rather hopeless with guys. As in hopeless.

Take this situation for instance. After my guitar lessons (in which I triumphantly and somewhat defiantly announced to my mom that no, my guitar teacher did not try to flirt with me), my mom and I had a panini in a small coffee shop in front of our neighborhood. The last time I ate there with my dad and my sister, I noticed that there was a rather cute waiter working there. He looked young, around seventeen or eighteen, and he had a built body which scores a lot of plus points in my book. To my horror, I found myself acting like a twelve-year old in a soiree; I couldn’t bring myself to even look at him! It was pathetic, and yet I was completely helpless to do anything. My eyes remained demurely lowered like the dalagang-Filipina that oh-so-annoys me very much, and I kept giggling with my right hand delicately covering my mouth. To think that I was wearing my torn jeans that time. UGH!

The cute waiter with the nice body looked at me first when he came up to our table to take our order. There, I dropped my girlish attitude and acted more like a prim and proper lady at a formal dinner party. Without removing my eyes once from the menu, I gave him my order so I would appear indifferent and totally not interested. Another guy ended up serving our food (sob!) and nothing else happened as we silently consumed our paninis. When we stood up to leave, all the waiters chorused, “Thank you for coming!” That would have been the perfect time to smile at him or at least make eye contact. But I headed straight out the door with my eyes cast down in that demure state and never looked up. My mom says that the cute waiter had a really nice smile and was the kind of guy who knows that he’s good looking. I felt like a complete idiot.

See? With the way I act around the guys I like, how am I supposed to get a boyfriend in this lifetime? Really, my dad need not worry so much. I will remain his virgin daughter forever…*sigh* So maybe this means I can have a later curfew after all.