I wonder what happened to this woman. Jo, buhi pa sya? Buhi pa mo? What's the scoop?

Originally posted February 11, 2007.
[reposted because of this]

The impossible has happened: TB is in love!

He says he's finally met the woman he's going to marry. For TB to say that is quite something. For TB to talk of marriage or anything related to the subject is everything.

Of course, no one believes him but me. Gen says that's always been my role. ["What role?" I dared ask. "To be the hopeless romantic," was the flippant reply.]

I leave it up to TB to begin the long and excruciating task of introducing this girl (someone who shares the name "Marie" with a certain person I know) to us, his doting fans. Ahem.

When I asked him to describe this particular Marie (forget the other one, who, at this time, is probably bawling in agony - or so TB thinks), this was what he had to say:

"Well, she's fair-skinned. She's a cross between Daisy and Mae in terms of physical appearance. She exudes confidence. She's funny. Laughs a lot. Easy to be with. Got an MBA. She works for ***. I'm very comfortable with her. There were no uneasy or awkward moments."

Quote. Unquote.

My follow-up question: "Which quality stands out from the rest? What i'm trying to ask is...what makes you think that she might be the one?"

His reply: "Well, my gauge is my own reaction. I had this weird feeling as I've said. This could have been brought about by something within her. Probably an impulse, a reaction. But, I cannot locate it in the general scheme of things at the moment."

Pause.

"Maybe when we get to know each other more, my feelings for her would probably unravel itself."

Quote. Unquote.

I really am genuinely happy for you, Jo.

We all are, aren't we? Er, Bons?