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“Naku, be careful. Norwegians are horny.”

Pre-date advice not from my friends, but from my 70-year-old Lola. I was about to go out on my second date with a half Norwegian, half Pinoy blue-eyed beach volleyball player (yummy, right?) and these were to be her words of wisdom for me. I was 20 years old, fresh from a break-up, and so having a horny blue-eyed boy beside me was a welcome “problem”. I asked my Lola how she could’ve possibly come to this conclusion and she said they have six months of day and six months of night in Norway and this conditioned them to be horny. And she had several Norwegian friends and she said most of them were pretty frisky. Whatever.

He picked me up and we went to Fashion Café in Glorietta 3, a pretty happening place back then. I was wearing a pretty conservative outfit, to avoid suspicious glances from locals who only had one thought upon seeing a white boy with a brown girl. We walked in through the giant camera lens, ordered drinks and danced a bit. After two hours we were ready to go home.

Inside his car, he suddenly started playing cheesy, pang-romansa music. I glanced over to his side, suspicious of the super obvious attempt to put me in the mood and caught sight of his pretty blue eyes, being hit by the street lights. “Cute niya“, I thought to myself, and so I let the baduy move slide. Upon reaching the front gate, he parked his car, and just as I was to lean over to make him beso, he suddenly put his hands around my face and frenched me. I had only kissed one boy before him, my ex-bf of four years, and so it felt weird to have another tongue sticking into my mouth. I pulled away. “Oh come on,” he said and he pulled me in closer again. And I thought to myself, “Ano ba Donna, he’s cute, it’s only a kiss, enjoy the moment!”, but I couldn’t bring myself to like it. His lips felt unfamiliar. His stubbly face felt rough against my skin. His hands wandered around too much. I pushed him away again. He was more than six feet tall and his long limbs oddly seemed entwined with mine and I couldn’t maneuver myself away from him. After ten minutes of this pushing and pulling, he let out a sigh and let me go out of the car.

I felt awful the next day. Not so much because I felt he was too aggressive, but because I couldn’t bring myself to enjoy being with another guy. A very cute guy at that. What was wrong with me?!

Blue-eyed boy thought I was a tease and we never talked again. I got back together with my ex. I realized that it turned out to be a bad date not because he was a “bad” guy, but because I was still looking for my ex. It’s not true that you get over someone by finding someone new. If you’re still looking for the way his fingers brushed your bangs away from your eyes, or how he gingerly put his hands over the small of your back whenever he opened doors for you, then you’re still stuck. And as I found out, with the help of a gorgeous blue-eyed boy, where I used to be, wasn’t a bad place to be stuck in after all.