I'd never been in love.

For the last twenty-two years of my life, I've only been out on one date.

(if I will exclude prom night, which I really should)

That can't be even called a date since we just had breakfast at McDonalds.

Turned out that one and only date that I had would turn out to be a jerk,

or maybe he just got bored of me.

After all, who would waste time on a girl who has a curfew of seven in the evening, right?

So that was when I decided dating and love was not for me.

Don't get me wrong, I love romantic stuffs. I get giddy at cheesy movies and cry a bucket during weddings.

But then I've always thought that among all my friends, I would be the last one to have a boyfriend.

After all, I studied in an all-girl school, had no guy friends and wasn't sociable.

Heck, I even had a phase when I thought I was going lesbo! (oops, did I just admitted that?)

So that was when I decided to give up on dating and love.

I stopped searching for love and contented myself with what I have,

great friends, a loving mom and a good life.

But one fateful day in September, I met HIM. Yes, HIM.

He came just when I wasn't looking for love.

He came at a time when it was ok for me to be alone.

Yet, in spite of it all, he came and changed my life...

... the moment he said that Cheeseburger dipped in iced tea tastes just like Lucky Me Pancit Canton.