Despite my jam-packed weekend, DQ invited me to go to Embassy on a whim and I agreed. Man. It was sooo great to get out there. I didn't even really talk to guys. I spent most of my time dodging guys. I just really wanted to dance. We had a blast--we scoped out the guys, danced our butts off, pretended to be VIP and then we met the EC brothers!

What's so important about the ECBros? well the circumstance and how it reflects on my situation....

I think it's funny that out all the guys at Embassy that I could've met, I managed to talk up a guy from San Francisco. God's making my new "make friends with guys in your own zipcode" mantra very difficult. I guess the Fil-Ams like me. I've also met a few people from Canada lately. Hmm.

So back to my Ebro (Dq 'got' the other one)...He's cute as hell. Really tall, 1/2 chinese and 1/2 filipino, speaks tagalog. He had me at the part where he was like "Yeah, we're put up a marketing firm here." Um, so even if marketing doesn't really count as a real job (which I made sure to tell him) I'm a fan of his being business-minded and driven.

It doesn't matter since E has a girlfriend back in SF, even if he kept saying that last night he was single. *rolling eyes* I've decided that girlfriends are always deal-breakers. I have no desire to mess with that. The Karma is just going to come right back around and make me sorry. Though, no lies, a tiny part of me wishes I didn't know so I could play the innocent victim card. Whatever though, nothing happened, my conscience is clear!  My heart goes out to his poor girlfriend. :( Warning to EC's girlfriend in Cali, if you ever read this and you have a DJing bf in Manila that's holding office in the HSBC building, keep an eye on your boy, he's insane. (For the record, he was the one who started talking to me.) I'm not the first. His words, not mine. So girl, watch out.

I just thought that this was interesting considering the path all my relationships have taken. It made me wonder if there was a message being sent to me about messing with the boyfriends of others and also "what if I was the girlfriend?" parallel. In either situation, I think it's a "Steer Clear" reminder because if anyone should be familiar with the trouble that that would entail, it would be me.

Song: I Know You Want Me (Calle Ocho) - Pitbull