Falling For Mr, Playboy

I really can't understand what women are thinking. Why are they willing to be miserable just for the men they love? Why do they go to the extent of contemplating suicide when worthless men leave them? What positive impact do men bring to women's lives, aside from adding stress, headaches, and trouble? Why are they willing to destroy themselves?

It's not that I hate the male population, okay? I'm not angry. I'm just extremely irritated with people like them. That's the only emotion I feel for such useless individuals.

I'm furious at men, and I couldn't care less if they all disappeared from this world. I hope only women remain, and my life would be so much better. I'd see only women everywhere, and if that happens, I'd probably have so many girlfriends. Oh, just kidding. My heart is faithful. It has only loved one person since high school.

Don't get me wrong; I didn't become like this because of a love failure. I've never had a boyfriend, never will, and I have no plans. It's just repulsive. Disgusting. It gives me goosebumps and is simply nauseating.

Actually, what I've been through is worse than that, but let's not talk about it; it happened a long time ago. Besides, memories like that are worthless, much like men in this world, utterly useless.

So, I'm grateful to God that I was born a tomboy. Yes, I'm a tomboy. Do you have a problem with that?

How did I become a tomboy? It's simple. I got bored one day and thought, why not be a tomboy? That's how simple it is. Am I different when I get bored? Haha, just kidding. Anyway, I woke up one day feeling more attracted to women and disgusted by men.

I also prefer wearing men's clothes over girly outfits. It feels like when I used to wear women's clothes, I turned into a gay guy. Luckily, I woke up from that madness and stopped.

Isn't it scary to think I could have become gay with this handsome face of mine? Many girls would cry if that happened. I'm the type of tomboy who hates seeing girls cry.

Girls shouldn't be fooled and made to cry. They should be loved and treated like princesses. So, when I, MJ, love someone, you'll be ashamed of the time I'll give you. That's how fiercely I love, guys!

I may not be as handsome as your dad or as macho as your brother. Who knows, maybe I'm the secret lover and boyfriend of your mom, the ex-boyfriend of your sister. By the way, I'm MJ, the "That's my tomboy" of our place.

"MARY JOVELYN! ARE YOU AWAKE YET?"

Ugh, such a buzz kill. Shouting my full name like that.

I paused fixing my long hair when I heard brother John, the eldest of my twin brothers, shouting. I like him more than Brother Joseph.

Brother Joseph always annoys me, constantly giving me a headache. He's just a prankster. He can't take anything seriously. Unlike brother John, who acts and thinks his age. Brother Joseph isn't like that. Among us siblings, he's the odd one. He's 28 years old, but his mind is like a ten-year-old's.

But even so, I love both of them dearly. They're the only ones left for me. We don't have parents anymore. But it's okay. I'm happy with brother John and brother Joseph.

Even though I'm angry with men, they're not included. Every rule has an exception, right? They're my exception.

But I'd be happier if Donna and I become a couple.

"I'M AWAKE, BROTHER!" I shouted back. "JUST GETTING READY!"

"OKAY, HURRY UP. LET'S GO IN TOGETHER!"

I didn't reply to brothers comment because I was busy fixing my hair.

Every morning, my long hair is my problem. I don't know how to tie it to suit my handsome face. If not for the fact that it's a memento for Mom, I would have cut it a long time ago. But it's also a waste. And Donna says my hair looks beautiful. So, for her, I don't cut it.

"MARY JOVELYN?"

I rolled my eyes when I heard brother Joseph shouting. Goodness, he's annoying early in the morning.

"WHAT?"

"HURRY UP THERE!" he shouted. "NO MATTER HOW YOU FIX YOURSELF, YOU'LL NEVER BE A MAN, OKAY? JUST GO BACK TO BEING A GIRL, PLEASE?"

So, I just smiled at what brother John said. That's what I like about him; he's very supportive of what I want to do in life, as long as I don't neglect my studies.

"But... why..." Brother Joseph stammered, confused. He looked at me. "Are you really a tomboy now, bunso? Won't you change?"

"No, I won't," I said. "This is me. If you disown me, that's your problem. I don't care. I have brother John anyway. Hehehe. Love you, brother John."

Brother John just sighed at what I said.

"I won't disown you, bunso. My mind just can't accept that you're really a tomboy," brother Joseph said, laughing. "Give me time to accept it."

"Sure. How long?" I replied, then started eating rice.

"Uh, about ten seconds," he replied. "There, I've accepted that you're a tomboy. Will you join me later, bunso?"

"Where?"

"At the bar. We'll pick up girls. There are lots of chicks in the new bar in town. I was there last night." Brother raised his eyebrows as he spoke.

"Hey, Joseph. Shut up. You're saying all sorts of things to bunso. Now you want to involve her in your mischief. Should I report you to Rayne?"

"Come on, John. Be serious. I was just kidding. Do you want bunso to be in beast mode again? She'll side with you anyway."

"I'll side with you if you're doing the right thing."

"Oh, come on. That's how you are. That's why you still don't have a girlfriend until now." Brother John's expression changed when brother Joseph said that. "Oh, hehe. Just kidding, bro. Let's eat now."

I gave brother Joseph a glare for what he said. He's really abnormal, often not saying anything sensible. Considering the sensitive nature of that issue, he knows it's not a good comment to make.

Two years ago, brother John had a girlfriend. They've been together for a long time, even since college. Then the girlfriend proposed marriage, but brother John refused. He chose us, me and brother Joseph, over his girlfriend because he was the one supporting us at that time. So, his girlfriend got mad and broke up with him, saying he prioritizes us and has no time for her.

Since brother John and his girlfriend separated, he focused on work. He didn't have a girlfriend anymore. He told me that we, brother Joseph and I, are more important to him. He couldn't bear losing us too, especially since our mom passed away.

I really love brother Joseph for that. I strive to finish my studies because of his sacrifices.

After brother John finished eating, he stood up and went to his room to change. He's a professor at the school I attend, so we often go to school together.

Brother Joseph and I were left at the table.

"Your mouth really has no filter, brother Joseph!" I scolded him.

"Sorry," he scratched his head. "I didn't know John was still affected by what happened with Dianne."

"You're just dumb," I retorted.

"You too, bunso. You forget that I'm still your brother."

"Hehe. Just kidding, brother."

"But seriously, bunso. Are you really a tomboy?" he asked curiously. "Tsk. I hope not, bunso. You're so beautiful. It's a waste if you become a tomboy. Men should be crying over you now."

"But brother Joseph, have you had a girlfriend?" I quickly replied.

"None yet," I answered. "But it's close."

"Who? Do I know her?" he nodded. "Don't tell me it's Donna you like? Are you into your best friend, bunso? Haha."

"What's so funny?" I raised an eyebrow. "Yes, it's her. I'm in love with her."

"Wait, I can't imagine. Since when?"

"Since high school," I said. "But she doesn't know. I don't want to tell her. She might distance herself. It's complicated."

"That makes sense. But you're good at choosing, bunso. She's really beautiful."

"Of course. Am I not? I think I'm a Salazar because I'm good at choosing."

"Haha. Let's high-five on that!"

"You're really a tomboy, bunso," brother Joseph spoke again. "That's why I sometimes wonder why my briefs are missing. You're wearing them, aren't you? You should ask permission so I know."

"Ugh! You're disgusting, brother!" I shouted, making brother Joseph burst into laughter.

After brother Joseph and I finished eating, he washed the dishes since he didn't have a job. He got fired from his previous job because he was caught sleeping. He used to be a call center agent in a company. So now, he's just at home.

Brother John came out of his room already dressed in his professor uniform. He invited me, and we left our rented house.

While we were walking, brother suddenly mentioned Papa.

"Bunso, did you become a tomboy because of Papa?"

I scowled, "No. He has nothing to do with what I am now, brother. And why did you suddenly bring up that person? Can't we just forget about him, please?" I irritatedly replied while adjusting my baseball cap.

"Just wondering. What if he suddenly appears?"

"Why does she need to suddenly appear? There's no reason for her to show up, brother. She disappeared for ten years, and then she suddenly pops back in? She better not add to my anger towards her because my anger meter for her is almost at its peak."

Brother chuckled, "Haha. But I still can't believe you're really a tomboy, bunso. I thought you just liked wearing men's clothes. Maybe you turned out that way because there were no girls around us while you were growing up. You ended up adapting our style, me and Joseph."

"It's your style, brother. Not brother Joseph's style. If I adapted his style too, I might have grown up crazy, right?" we both laughed. "But, brother, thanks, huh?"

"Thanks for what?" he asked, puzzled.

"For everything. For the unwavering support for me and brother Joseph. For tirelessly putting me through school and accepting what I want in life. If it weren't for you, our lives would probably be a mess. You've been our mother and father from then until now."

We paused in our walk, and brother smiled.

"Haha. That's nothing, bunso. You know that since Mama and Papa were gone, I promised myself that, no matter what, the three of us will never be apart."

"Hehe. You're really handsome, brother." I teased. "Brother, that girl over there is so pretty." I pointed to the girl on the other side of the street. She's sexy. "Those are the type I like." Brother John just laughed.

"Haha. Damn, bunso. I didn't imagine you'd also have girls in mind. I thought you were one of those fan girls at school."

"Who, brother?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Ross Valentin, bunso. I thought you were one of his fan girls at school."

"Eww! Disgusting!" I shouted in response, full of disgust. "Out of all the guys, brother, him? Can I just commit suicide?"

"Haha. That's right, bunso. Not him."

"Definitely not, brother. Aside from us not losing, he's one of the reasons why I prefer girls." I retorted.

Ross Valentin, a fan girl of mine? No way! I'm more handsome than that grass.