So I dumped this guy I was dating because... well, first of all, he smokes. No offense to smokers out there. I have great friends who light up a ciggie once in awhile but if I were to enter in an intimate relationship with a guy, I prefer that he doesn't smell like an ashtray when we cuddle. Or make out. He says that he couldn't quit. He says he "really, REALLY needs it"

 I really, REALLY need those awesome lace-trimmed pumps at the department store.

 And I need a guy who doesn't smoke, thank you very much.

 I've dated a guy a little older and who chain smoked like Satan's den before he met me. When I told him that I wasn't going to tolerate cigarettes in my dating life, he immediately quit. My best friend, who met a wonderful guy just recently (he is now her boyfriend), used to be a smoker. My best friend doesn't tolerate smoking from potential suitors so the guy immediately kicked the habit and started working out.

 As one poster read, (and I'm paraphrasing here) you can have a thousand excuses when all you really need is one reason to do something.

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 His smoking habit wasn't the only thing that ticked me off. For the past two weeks, I felt... restless. And I wasn't sure why. So I started hanging out more with my friends than with Mr. I-Really-REALLY-need-Cigarettes.

 We swapped life stories, mostly about current love lives. Her guy came over to comfort her at her dorm building at 9pm even though he lived like an hour away just because she was scared of being alone. Her guy brings food with him everytime he meets up with her because she's such a foodie. This guy lacked sleep because he was nearly up all night waiting for her to text. This other guy makes sure she doesn't commute because he knows how she hates going by bus, jeepney or train. One guy fetches his girl from work, then takes her home even though she lives ridiculously far from the city. This one guy takes her out almost everyday and fetches her at her dorm- he does NOT get her to go to him.

 I could enumerate these gallant gentlemen's efforts but I was already bogged down by the realization that I was dating a guy who had suddenly gotten LAZY. I'm the one who drops by at his place. I expect that we'll watch movies, talk and whatever but what does he want to do? He wants to sleep.

 Why does he want to sleep? Coz he was up all night playing computer games. For two weeks?? Am I dating a high schooler??

 He does not offer to pay for lunch when we hang out. When he does, I consider it a rare occasion. Constipated wallet, constipated emotions.

 There was one time he asked if he could come by my place, which is nearly an hour away from our college. This cheered me up because he (now that I think about it) NEVER drops by my place because "it's too far." When I asked him what he wanted to do, he said, "make out." I reminded him that I live with my siblings in our tiny apartment unit. I added that we could just hang out somewhere near the area but he said. "NEVER MIND."

Fucking. Hell.

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So today, at the cafeteria, I said, "I don't want us dating anymore."

 At first he thought I was joking. He asked my why. So I told him, though I spared a few details he didn't need to know. I told him we could just be friends. He was all, "friends?? can YOU bear that? Are you sure?"

Duh. I was happy even before we started dating, douchebag.

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On a final note:

 ...When a stray cat pops out of nowhere and decides to adopt you.

 Kitteh lovers rejoice!

 So I took a nap at my guy friend's condo since there's time to kill before my next class. His building is just beside the school.

 After my nap, it was almost time for my sociology class. So I quickly prepped up and went to the elevator.

 After a few floors down, a guy, who goes to the same school I do judging by his ID lace, enters the elevator. His iPod is on full blast.

 Just before the elevator touched ground floor, he says, "I like your shoes."

 Two responses in my mind automatically entered my mind:

a.) "So what else do you see that you like?"

b.) "Are you gay?"

 Instead, I just smiled and said "Thanks" as the elevator door finally opened.