Here's my advice.

As fate would have it, once I received my M1 endorsement and December paycheck, I stumbled upon a Craigslist ad for the perfect bike: a yellow Kawasaki Ninja 250 (without the lame red flames) well within my budget. Sure, it was a bit older than the others advertised, but for the price and knowing this would be my first bike, it was perfect.

A lot of the guys at work ride, so I decided to ask them for their advice for the meet up. I know nothing about bikes besides the fact that they are the epitome of bad ass. Boss said, "Make sure you test ride it." No kidding, man.

Later that week, Boss and I had a busy day in the mouse room. It was just him and me. All day. In a room with no windows. And a bunch of rodents. It actually wasn't that bad. We had lots to talk about: the holidays, going to school, our dream jobs, motorcycles, commuting (we both live a long ways from work)...

Boss: "Hey, you want my advice? Here, I've got one: find yourself a boyfriend who will drive you to work and back home. That's my advice!" (AKA he secretly wants a sugar momma to chauffeur him around.)

I laughed on the inside. If only he knew... well, he eventually found out...

At the holiday party, SB made his debut. We had plans to hang out after work. After I found out about the holiday party, I told him that if he could find a parking spot, he should join the festivities. He piggybacked his way into the building and it was so crowded, security didn't bother to stop him and make him sign in. I showed him around, we grabbed some food, and I introduced him to some of my colleagues who were eating by us. The other colleagues were all the way across the floor. They stared, pointed, and asked questions. Boss was bombarded with questions. Everyone assumed Boss would know who the party crasher was since I spend the most time with him at work.

The following day, Boss was going over all of our planned future experiments with me. Eventually, the holiday party came up during our discussion:

P: "Oh, so that was SB. We've been going out and he usually takes me home after work. Hey, I took your advice! Well, half of it. I still need to find a better way to get to work."

Boss (laughing): "See... It's good, right? You should always take my advice!!"

Yes, Kuya Boss is always right.

So SB and I have been going out and it's been going well.

Well, the relationship is going well. I, however, feel ridiculous. All of a sudden I find myself constantly thinking about him. Everyone who knows me in real life would say this is a huge surprise. (Psshhh, I don't get like this over A GUY.) I like to think of myself as an independent woman, with a good head on her shoulders, who has a promising future ahead of her, and one who can out-drink the guys (I really can't but I put in a good run. I know when to call my limit. Puking is not classy.)

Changes are happening within. My day doesn't feel complete if I don't hear from him. I go to sleep wishing he was next to me. I wake up wondering if he had a good night's sleep. I forget all about the senseless San Ho drama when I think of him. Love songs hit a spot that I never knew existed. It's pathetic.