Those of you from the ‘80’s remember the 1987 movie with a much younger and already uber smoking hot Kim Catrall and a circa St. Elmo’s Fire Andrew Mcarthy. The film was about a guy working at a mall display section and a mannequin comes to life and she’s such a hot and a cool chick. This is kinda related to what happened to me the other day.
As I was scooting in Makati, I was at a stoplight by Greenbelt by Paseo de Roxas. On my way to a meet with HS classmates, I saw two ladies setting up display mannequins for this new bridal shop. The mannequins were in ornate wedding gowns that needed to be fitted properly like they were on real people because of the lattice and beads and whatever goes with wedding gowns that guys do not have any idea about. They were indeed works of fine art.
The stoplight took a while to turn green as I admired the beautiful dresses being displayed until the fair, and taller lady turned around. My jaw was on Paseo de Roxas, it fell as I saw this lovely and clearly stylish lady that was fixing one of the displays turned around.
Her beauty complemented the gowns with elegance. From my angle, I could easily imagine like it was some CGI SPFX how she would morph into the mannequin and look in that very dress she was fixing. In a word, she was stunning. Like my vespa she had the curves, she clearly had the style and was plain beautiful. The clear halogen lighting, the elevated perspective or my plain boring loveless life could have contributed to having this moment while on my vespa.
Paseo de Roxas tasted good after a while. My jaw was still there, my tongue out of my mouth.
This “mannequin angel”, saw me looking and pointed at the real mannequins. She was motioning how nice the clothes were. In my adlibbed sign language I responded with a thumbs up sign and also pointed to her with the same. I was trying to tell her that she was prettier than any of the dresses. I also motioned taking a pic of her in an effort to convey to her that she was the real work of art.
Paseo de Roxas was getting salty by this time.
The light turned green. My jaw had to be lifted. Gravel and dirt was on my tongue. I did not want to leave but I had to go because the Range Rover behind me was honking his horn too loudly. I waved goodbye with a flying kiss. Cheesy, but for a 300 pounder on a vespa that’s all I could do.
I got to my meeting a few minutes later in Greenbelt and we discussed stuff for our LSGH homecoming. All this time I had that girl on my mind. Who was she? Was she married?
In true La Sallista fashion, I mustered courage to scribble an impromptu version of what I saw earlier in a note. I just had to let her know what I was motioning to her. I recall writing that:
1. I hope I don’t get killed for this (I do not know if she was married).
2. Her beauty was is in a word, “timeless”.
In true La Sallista “kapal ng mukha”, I walked back to that shop, (the flower shops were closed by this time) knocked and asked that this note be given to that beautiful lady fixing the design out front earlier. They were already giggling.
Her name was……
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