Cebu City, a city where half of the population of all the beautiful
women around the world is being wrap-up in an all-you-can-eat buffet, and trust
me when I say that most men aren’t afraid to use both of their eyes on looking
at them. Yet as the caste system of physical attributes has been clearly drawn
from the society I am currently facing, normal woman like me has come to face
even greater rivals in getting “the” bachelor here in the city, the models.
Strutting their way to the city, models are the special breeds
of people that are quite rampant here in Cebu City and can be seen at most
parties on every pub in the midtown district. These people are either born or
medically engineered beautiful people that will never seize to exist whenever
labels and fashion lines wouldn’t stop in creating jeans or dresses that are
inspired on impossibly small waistlines. Then I came to wonder, if most males
are being turned-on on what their visual sight can comprehend, are all male species susceptible to be allured by these beautiful creatures? Or would
there be a slight chance for a mortal like me to have a man that even models
would ever hope for?
As I have tried to uncover the truth on how beauty can turn
to be one of the crucial part of getting a bachelor for any girl in this city,
my High School friends were able to organize a Christmas party to be held In
one of the most known pubs here in Cebu City, “Alchology”. Being located at the very heart of midtown Cebu and has
been hitting good remarks from most public relations officer, it is a good spot
for me to uncover the sights of a model in action on a party.
The evening progresses and the evening chill were as cold as
the beer I am holding. We were on our seat (luckily we were able to hit the VIP
spot, thanks to some people I knew for reservations) and was surrounded by most
people would naturally call “beautiful” people. Although I was quite contented
and confident with how I look, I never felt like a hay being thrown away to
find the needle. The air is reeking with the scent of models and the party was
just about to get pretty much intense.
Right before my eyes, a bachelor was there, the typical
good-looking-not-egotistic type of guy. He was a man of every girl’s dream, and
right before our eyes could even spare a glance, a group of models were there
to snatch Mr. Bachelor right in front of me. As I was sober with the cocktails and shots of
tequilas I drank, I decided to grab a cab and go back home and tried to settle
the grumbling pins and tying knots on my belly.
By the time that I was almost over and thought to myself
that mortals like me can never compete with models like the ones inside the
pub, another bachelor (an African dark chocolate dessert, to sober up the
drinks I had) gave me a “do-you-have-a-light” signal and smiled. Then we
exchanged a small talk. He asked, “Going home early?” and I replied, “Yeahp, I
am. Besides, every man like you would be delighted by the group of females that
are insides right now. I’m quite sure you’ll find them delish *wink”. He chuckled and gave a smooth and jaw breaking
reply, “I’m not really into models, I’m looking for someone who can make me
laugh on a simple conversation.”
A cab just arrived and ruined the moment, and good thing
that he gave me his mobile and I gave him mine. As I entered the taxi and told
the driver my destination, I can’t help but think to myself, “wow! Mortals like
me do have chances to get some decent bachelors out there.” And right then and
there, I re-edited this article the next morning.
