His name is Marco. He’s a Fil-Am who came home for the fiesta last month and decided to extend his stay “to find himself.” Classic. We matched on a dating app during the Lenten break—because nothing says “repentance” like swiping right at 2 AM.
Let me walk you through the three romantic storylines unfolding this April—mine, my best friend’s, and the one I’m watching from afar like a teleserye marathon. Filipina Sex Diary - April
Even when it’s messy. Even when it’s 34 degrees. Even when he leaves. His name is Marco
Some hearts will break by May. Others will bloom. But right now, in the middle of April—with the electric fans on full blast, the mangoes ripe for picking, and the sound of karaoke drifting from every other house—I’m just grateful to be in a country where love is always in season. Let me walk you through the three romantic
His name is Kuya Rico. He runs the sari-sari store at the corner of our street. He’s 28, a single dad to a five-year-old girl named Angela, and every time I buy pancit canton and C2 , he asks, “May laman na ba ang tiyan mo, Miss?” (Is your stomach full yet?) with this soft, genuine concern that no Bumble boy has ever managed.