Fondness and the like

So I'm chatting with this stranger from St. Paul who sent me a message last week, asking if I was from Ateneo. She became too persistent that it is now quite difficult for me to keep myself away from her. She's now asking for my cellphone number, and sends me a message everytime I go online.

Now I know she's hitting on me when she starts noticing how Korean actor I look and how I should enter showbiz and all. Interestingly enough, she's only in her 2nd year, college.

I smiled.

I suddenly felt the rush I used to have way back in highschool where people stalk you like mad. I've had people calling my house, following me at malls, strangers texting me. For the bikini open I joined, I even got a group of people waiting for me outside asking for an autograph. Funny, but not something I'd laugh about.

That was my last taste of limelight and I wouldn't want any more servings. Overwhelming yes, but not enough to give away the quiet life I've always wanted.

So here I am again, tolerating this young girl's fondness. Now she's asking about my lovelife, the breakup, and everything good about me. It's nice to get people like **** every now and then. It makes you feel special and appreciated, and not the kind you get from the people who know you. Sometimes, it's a bonus to get praises from strangers. it means you are really doing well, well enough for these strangers to notice you.