Filipina Sex Diary - April Page

Then there’s my best friend, Jasmin. She’s been in a “live-in but not labeled” setup with her boyfriend, Carlo, for two years. April is when their story always gets spicy—because Carlo’s ex-girlfriend (the one his family still calls “the one who got away” ) comes home from Dubai every summer.

This April, the plot thickened. Jasmin found a saved voicemail on Carlo’s phone from the ex: “Miss na kita, Carlo. See you sa beach.” (I miss you, Carlo. See you at the beach.) Filipina Sex Diary - April

This April, the storyline is hugot with a countdown timer. We had our first real fight last week—he forgot my lola’s birthday dinner because he was surfing in La Union. I cried in the CR while my titas whispered, “Day, iwanan mo na ’yan, paasa lang ’yan.” (Leave him, he’s just leading you on.) Then there’s my best friend, Jasmin

It’s that strange week of April again. The sun is punishing, the jasmine flowers (sampaguita) are wilting by noon, and yet—there’s something electric in the air. Maybe it’s the countdown to summer flings. Maybe it’s because Holy Week just passed, and after all that reflection, our hearts are either bruised clean or ready to sin again. This April, the plot thickened

By the end of April, either they’ll be engaged or broken up. There’s no in-between in Filipino summer love stories. I’m preparing a pansit (noodle dish) for the post-breakup eating session and a lechon manok for the engagement toast. That’s friendship. Storyline #3: The Quiet Crush on the Sari-Sari Store Kuya