The past is remembered. Live in the moment. The future is in you.
-Mike Caceres, who is a blogger, hiker, and traveler
Pictures taken from Virginia back in 1992. My family did not take much pictures. This is all I can find of you in the photo albums. Sorry, Uncle.
1st picture is Grandpa Sator (My dad's uncle from his mom's side), me, my sister, and Uncle Romelo.
2nd picture is Grandpa Sator, my dad, me, and Uncle Romelo.
For readers, Uncle Romelo is my dad's youngest brother.
Dear Uncle Romelo,
I enjoyed watching and playing the game of basketball, since I was 9 years old. (It all began in 1996.)
When I was growing up, I was a weird kid. In the late 1990s, I surprisingly rooted for the Utah Jazz over Michael Jordan and his Chicago Bulls. I did not go for the popular team neither the best player in the planet. (After my high school years, I began to understand the game more than before. Then, I finally realized Michael Jordan was an electrifying, amazing basketball player.)
I became a bandwagon. In the early 2000s, I rooted for whichever team was winning, such as the Los Angeles Lakers.
Yes, I was born and raised in the Bay Area most of my life. I still root for the Golden State Warriors.
Most importantly, I love the "game" more than the Golden State Warriors.
(If the Warriors lose, I do not stress out about it anymore. May the best team win. Referees might miss calls, or officiate bad calls. Then again, it is the name of the game. It happens.)
Also, I do watch that much television anymore, except basketball, and some tennis.
I am an NBA super fan, like the known architect man, James Goldstein. He usually wears outlandish outfits with his cowboy hat. (You will see James Goldstein on national televised games on the sideline, while I only watch the games on my iPad on Reddit or TV.)
The "game" for me started 5 years ago.
In 2013, my good friend and I visited Las Vegas together. We assumed attractive women will come to us. Apparently, they did not. Welcome to reality.
My good friend came back home with frustration. Thus, he researched and discovered the "game." He found YouTubers, Simple Pickup. (FYI, they were not the first people to talk about the "game.")
He introduced me to the "game."
Simple Pickup has taught me how to pick up (or approach) any attractive women. (It all goes step-by-step, such as get the number, go on the first date, build the relationship, and etc. I enjoyed watching their YouTube videos. For the reason that, I must see it to believe it. At that time, they were the first to film videos of picking up girls. Now, everybody does it.)
This is the "game."
(In one of my previous blog posts, “A Letter To Her,” I wrote a letter to my future girlfriend.)
Dear Future Girlfriend,
I am writing another letter to you.
Every morning, I wake up from my bed. I remind myself that I am very grateful I found you.
I enjoy more of your “presence,” than your “presents.” You already know.
I will continue on being my true-self to you. No secrets kept from you. I respect you.
I introduce you the 3 C’s: Connect, cuddle, and chill.
This defines our relationship together. I adore the 3 C’s with you.
When I first approached you, I really wanted to know you. I was struck by your prettiness. I had butterflies in my tummy. I was nervous. I wanted to connect with you. I just asked and listened.
I adore connecting with you.
When our relationship went deeper, we became closer together as one. We have provided warmth and comfort together. You keep me relaxed.
I adore cuddling with you.
When it was time, we trusted each other in our bodies. We have experimented together different positions. Also, we have patiently studied each of our strengths and weaknesses. Chilling with you is more powerful and meaningful than anybody else.
I adore chilling with you.
Relationships come unexpectedly, especially us.
As we continue on our "up and down" journey together, our balanced relationship gets stronger.
I adore you.
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