I'm a masseuse?

For the sake of anonymity, I shall, from hereon, refer to him as 'Direk '. No explanations follow.

Tonight, just 30 minutes ago, after our long talk.

Direk: I didn't know you do massages.
Me: What? (Or more like, "Ha???")
Direk: When can I avail of your services? Pwede bang subukan?
Me: Ang creepy mo.
Direk: *laughs* Eh apparently, masseuse ka pala!
Me: What? (Or again, "HA???")
Direk: I googled you. First hit was a rave review ng masahista na kapangalan mo, a masseuse from San Francisco! You're famous!
Me: Wala ka bang magawa sa buhay mo? What's your business google-ing up people!?
Direk: *still laughing* Oh please. I bet you googled me the first time we really talked.
Me: *coughs* Umm, no.
Direk: I'm actually google-worthy, I've tried eh.
Me: And? So feeling mo you're really big-time.
Direk: No, not in the least. Just some of my projects. Pero at least I don't have a masseuse namesake. *bungisngis to death*
Me: Yabang mo! *giggles* (yes, giggle.) So when does a real link of me talaga comes up? What page?
Direk: On the first one. But it's of some dorky tweet you made.
Me: *sighs* I am a nobody, maski sa internet. I'm a second-rate 'Nina de Leon'.
Direk: *laughs* Inunahan ka pa ng masahista.

After a few minutes, we said goodbye, because I just remembered my cellphone bill last month and it wasn't pretty. Just now, he texted. "I'm going to sleep already, I'll see you lunchtime. When can I claim my free massage? :D Sleep already ha! If not don't whine to me tomorrow about your eyebags."

Sweet guy. Or more like an a-hole guy trying his darndest to be sweet, and ultimately failing. Only, I really take a liking to Captain Failboats, to my constant consternation. (Now there's a tongue twister for you.) :D

I guess that seals it. We're bati na, after that debacle last night. I am so relieved. Will try to quit making sets in Polyvore and actually get some shuteye, because it's back to school in a few hours! :| But I'm kind of looking forward to it now, a little bit. Hee-hee.