I’m not a betting person and I shun all forms of gambling, but every once in a while, I enter into these kinds of weird bets with very little at stake to make my life more interesting. A few years back, I had a bet with an office mate that she will pay for my daily Starbucks fix if I can get this boy she likes to drive us to Tagaytay without me telling him to do so but by just dropping subtle hints instead. Well guess who ended up ordering tall mocha frappuccino daily for free for one week? In college, I told my classmate in Comm III I can invite this cute classmate of ours to join our group project if she will do all the research and write the conclusion of our group paper. Well, guess who ended up doing almost nothing for that paper? Of course there are a couple of best I’ve lost. Like when I told a friend I will move on from a heartache and refrain from texting this guy from now on, and she said I should treat her to a buffet if I cave in again. Well, I didn’t cave in because before I could, I told her I was treating her in advance so that the bet could be off before I could even lose it. Yeah, it was that bad.
Anyway, my point is, I take these bets seriously. And there’s even no profound reason for it. I’m not competitive, and it’s not even that I like the challenge. I just want to know, I guess, if I can do something different in exchange for something mundane.
So yesterday I entered into another bet with my personal trainer Eric (he reads my blog regularly so he deserves special mention for that ;)) I don’t even remember how it came about, I just found myself agreeing to these terms: If I become really thin by December (as in Angel Locsin thin), Eric will do something really happy for me. Sorry, I couldn’t bring myself to write down the details. I guess for all my candidness in this blog, I’m still a private person after all. Haha. But I promise I’ll blog about it if it turns out to be a success. If I lose the bet, on the other hand, well, I won’t even think about it. I know I won’t lose, as this is one bet I intend to take seriously. After all, not only do I get to do something really happy, I also get to become Angel Locsin thin. (Ok, I know what you’re thinking: It’s an impossible condition because Angel must have been born with that body. Note, however, that I didn’t say Angel Locsin sexy. I only said Angel Locsin thin. There’s a huge difference, believe me.)
So the bet is on; watch me win this one. Because by December, I could be saying, “Move over, Angel.”
Haha! Sometimes, it’s good to delude yourself.