Memoirs of an Amnesiac

A joke is told about women almost reaching their "calendar" age (31 years old) and teachers most especially, has often been said like a tale passed on from one single old maid to another.

It said that those types of women are like their very own students taking a multiple choice type of examination. When they are at the ages ranging from 20 to 25, their preferences towards men are like the test choice, "none of the above." When they reach 30, they panic and they turn to, "all of the above."

Funny and at the same time, sad. Where have all the few good men gone? Are my choices going to be narrowed down? I was with my family today as we spent the whole day at a resort somewhere south of Cebu. It is Easter Sunday and we sort of expected the number of the crowd in the resort but never did we realize that it would be that huge. I had no intention of meeting anyone as I planned the day to be just for family, period. Oh well, there are those that catch my fancy but they are either holding hands with their significant others in the pool or they are busy teaching their toddlers to swim. Sigh. I don't want to end up as another statistic.

I wonder how I'll ever fare as a wife. Will I be as caring as my mother who wakes up early every day just to cook food for us? Will I be as supportive as my aunt to my uncle who barely escaped his appointment with death? Will I be as martyr as the wife of our neighbor who stayed with her husband no matter how many times he cheated on her (and left her tending to a handful of kids)? Or will I be that wife who suddenly decides to annul her marriage because she realized she has missed out so much in life?

Water trickles through my back as I was brought back to my senses. As if nodding to no one in particular, I told myself I will the most caring, loving, supportive and gentle wife a husband would ever want in life.

I will be his strength when all his strength is lost. I will be his light when the seemingly insurmountable darkness envelopes him. I will love him with a love that knows no bounds. Gentle as the breeze he so loves to engulf inside his lungs. Warm as the night winds are and strong as that of the faith of a saint.

Hey, my presumptions might be wrong. There may not be good men but men who were changed because of the love of their wives who never gave up on them. Who loved them despite their imperfections and endured their every shortcomings.

As for that multiple type test, I think I will just leave the numbers blank.