Romanza Nada

Recently, I received the following SMS messages:

“Hi how r u? havnt hrd frm u since last wk? wazzup?”

“Y not reply to my txts? Watsamatter?”

“I thot u agrid to c me aftr dat night”?

“Ur jst lyk d odrs, jst ful of crap. U m8k me sik!”

I know. I’m one of those creeps who take advantage of some people’s vulnerability, promising the moon and all, simply to satiate my burning thirst for lust.

But hey, I do not go overboard. I don’t say things I’d only regret later on. You see, just because I had a date, had too much to drink and ended up at some mid-priced hotel doesn’t mean I want to go to the next level and get introduced to the parents.

Why can’t it be just that, a night of fun and excitement, in and out of bed, a one-night stand? I thought in this day and age of hedonism, we’re pretty much liberal about these things?

Why get worked-up and emotional, start harassing me and laying on the guilt trip for the insensitive manner in which I supposedly dumped the other party? Sure I was deliberately vague, I couldn’t say up front what I really felt then: I didn’t feel emotionally connected, that’s all. The sex was great. But there were no sparks; the earth didn’t shake; I couldn’t hear the fiddling notes in the air. Romanza nada.

It would have been far worse if I were the Great Pretender and carried on the affair. Leading on the other person to believe something that is just isn’t there to begin with would only be a recipe for disaster. It just wasn’t meant to be. And breaking off remains a practical way of keeping your sanity and allow both of you to move on to better things and better-minded people.

I don’t enjoy ignoring other people, much less hurt them. But what can I do? Mend my ways? What are you, some frigging fire-and-brimstone born-again preacher?

Some think I’m a candidate for karmic revenge. In fact, friends of the aggrieved are already on the prowl, ready to pounce on me and perhaps beat me to a pulp with their claws.

I guess being inconspicuous and lying-low for a while would do the trick. Don’t get me wrong and don’t judge me. I’m not on a conquest. Like most people, I’m searching for the right one as well. Maybe the person just wasn't the right one.