How I Met Your (Single) Mother

This post is inspired by the hit TV sitcom How I Met Your Mother.  This is the blog author’s version of the lead character’s past tense narration to his kids in the year 2030 about how he met their mother.  Whether or not the information presented henceforth is purely fictional or otherwise is for the author to know, and for you to find out…

Hey, kid! Wait, why do I still keep calling you a kid, when it’s been 20 years… twenty long, and beautiful years since I first met your mother.  I assume your attention span has grown along with you, so you probably won’t just suddenly get up and go while I’m in the middle of my story.   So, here goes…

It was the year 2010 when I met your mom.  It was a sunny afternoon in January when I drove over to pick her up from where she worked.  A quick rewind to a week before that auspicious day, we have been texting and calling each other, relentlessly, if I may add.  We were introduced by a common friend through phone, so it wasn’t until I picked her up from work did I actually see the woman who was the sole reason for the thumb calluses I got from all that texting.

She simply took my breath away.  One look at her, and I knew I liked her… a lot.  I wanted to get to know her more, and didn’t mind having my cell phone bill soar because of her.  A sheepish smile and faint “Hi!” was all I could muster then.

We didn’t have an itinerary prepared for our date, so for the first few minutes or so, we were racking our brains as to where to hang out.  We ended up at a pizza place near her place.  I was quite thankful for the traffic on the way there, as we were able to talk more.

When we got to the restaurant, she wasted no time in ordering our food.  Being the gentleman that I was, I simply let her take over.  I can never forget how she nearly wolfed down the food.  I found that attractive, by the way.  I liked her for her candor, for her unabashed, err, appetite.  In between bites of pizza, we shared stories about our friends, family and the next-door neighbors.

After dinner, I drove her home, and kept both my eyes on her as she walked away.

There are so many things I loved and continue to love about your mother.  I guess her strength and maturity come from the fact that she is a single mom.  And her immense hunger is just an innate trait that endears her to me.  Her appetite for food is a reflection of her appetite for life, and love.  I am proud to say, that I am here to satisfy her cravings.

 

 

 

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About Pepper

I am a single working mom, trying to raise my kid the best way I know how. Join me as I navigate my way through the jungle that is Single Mom-hood, armed with rose-colored glasses and strength of spirit. As pepper adds spice to food, so does my daughter add spice to my life. She makes life no less than…PEPPERRIFIC!

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Comments

  1. wow kilig! hahahah! gusto ko din nito!

  2. Mommy Dharlz says:

    nice sis

  3. weeeeee..sis naman kilig me..my quiet angel and I started through chat,then text and calls..we are in a long distance relationship now and I can’t wait to see him..naman tears oh..one day sis I know we will be together..malapit na matapos ang annulment ko po..so I will be waiting that finally the promises that we have said,the dreams that we have shared and plans that we have made will be fulfilled in reality..love your post sis *huuuuggggssss*..napasmile mo ako :)

  4. Wow! Pepper, girl, I hope this is not a work of fiction, because you deserve exactly what you write there. Loved it:)

    And yes, gone are the years of ordering a salad and eating like a bird on dates, we Moms need to eat fast since we’re always on the run! Love the parallel, eating to life, very nice:)

  5. weeeh…panalo! “Her appetite for food is a reflection of her appetite for life, and love.” Need ba i -reiterate yung appetite? ahaha.

  6. WOW. ang galing at ang ganda at ang saya! eheheh:)

  7. Pinay Ako says:

    pepper, nakakakilig!! siguro kasi i can relate…

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