DOM Magnet.
As far as I can remember, I’ve always been hit on by DOMs.
When I was in fourth grade, there was this “Teacher’s Week” held in school. All the teachers got a 1-week rest and the HS students took over teaching the students in the elementary level. One of our substitute teachers, a sophomore, had a huge crush on me (I wasn’t assuming as he told my close friends). I noticed how he would always find time to sit beside me and talk to me. I noticed the difference in the way he treated me vis-a-vis the way he dealt with the rest–he was very sweet to me. He would bring me chocolates and candies. He would always ask me if I was doing alright. He gave me special attention. One time, I was on my way home. I saw him playing basketball with his friends. He looked, smiled and winked at me. I was disgusted. (Hello, I was just 9 years old!) I got so scared that I decided to absent myself from classes for the rest of the week. When I got back, my friends told me that he “confessed” to them, that he really liked me and wanted to court me at the “right time.” It was traumatizing and shocking. For so many weeks, I was always on guard. I didn’t want to see him. I get nauseous whenever I thought of what he told my friends.
Well, technically, my first encounter with an older guy isn’t really a case of a DOM hitting on a younger lass. But you know what I mean. He was probably 14 or 15 and I was just 9! It’s certainly shocking to the morals! Haha.
My encounter with DOMs didn’t stop there. It became more pronounced when I entered law school. Ugh.
Last week, I took a jeepney on my way home. As I got off, I noticed an older man taking a second look at me. I ignored him. He was plump and bespectacled. He’s about in his early 50s. He was ahead of me so he slowed down so he could walk beside me. He then approached me and said,
“Ma’am, pwede ba makipagkilala?”
I was like, “Huh? Ano po?”
“Pwede ba makipagkilala?”
“Uhm, bakit po?”
“Wala lang. Saan ka ba nagttrabaho?”
“Oh, I’m still in school po.”
“Ah, akala ko may asawa ka na.”
“Oh, yes po, may asawa na po.”
“Ah, ganon ba? Pwede ba makuha number mo?”
“Wala po ako cellphone ngayon,” I lied some more.
He left without saying a word. CREEPY.
I don’t know what’s with me that attracts these unscrupulous DOMs. (And I don’t know why guys my age/younger don’t get attracted to me! Haha!) If things don’t change, then maybe I’d end up marrying one of them. Haha. EEEEEWWWW.
