Who are you...9.75?

Tonight, I sat beside the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire life. I only saw half of her face and for about a second, but I am 100% certain that she is definitely a 9.75. Actually she is the first the 9.75 ever. In order to fully appreciate 9.75 and what it means exactly, I should talk about an old habit.

When I was in college, I used to quantify a girl's genetic gift by a number ranging from 5 - 10 with 0.5 increments (5.5, 6.0, 6.5,... etc). I know it is utterly immature, borderline pathetic, and plain stupid but one cannot deny it brilliance in its simplicity to denote how hot/gorgeous/beautiful/cute a girl is. I know most guys in one point of their life did something like this. I have no excuse for my lack of respect but I cannot deny the fact that I was in college, experiencing overflowing hormones, in a university full of genetically gifted people. And with the apparent sense of freedom, who would not do it?

However I am govern by three simple rules. These are my personal rules on judging beauty by its skin:

• The score is affected only by its physical appearance.
Thick make-ups, sense of humor or the size of a wallet must NEVER be considered.


• The girl must either be a stranger or someone I do not know personally.
  
This is to maintain the highest standard of objectivity. Knowing a person, establishing a connection or forming a relationship, would result in a bias score.


• I must see the girl in person.
For obvious reason, I am suppose to quantify natural physical beauty and not how good someone is at Photoshop.

• The total "stare time" should be at least 5 seconds.
This time is essential to study the face, how big the eyes, how small the lips, shape of the face, size of the cheek bone, etc.

To this day, I have given just 17 9.5's. These are the girls that I can dig up from my memory.

• A classmate in high school.
• We were both freshmen, same college (Engineering) different degree. I just saw her from afar.
• My classmate in philosophy. She always sits 2 rows in front of me.
  
• A girl I saw at a computer cafe with her boyfriend.
• My classmate in Filipino.
  
• College, same year but different degree. She's an ECE student, tall and fair.
  
• Two girls walking at The Atrium, a mall at Singapore. I refer to them as "Blue" and "Circle" because the one was wearing a blue dress and the other one was wearing a dress with big circle print.
• A girl at sitting on an MRT train at Singapore. Probably an Art student because she alighted on a station that is near an Art College.
  

Why not give a perfect 10? Well, because I'm reserving that to my future wife. It would be awesome to tell my future wife, "Hey hon, I've seen hundreds and thousands of girls and yet you're the only 10.0 in my life". High five future me!

So going back, the million dollar question, who are you 9.75? (In order for me not to forget her, I would write my thoughts in an uninterrupted, unfiltered, and most probably full of grammatically errors.). It is Wednesday, June 24, 2009, around 1815-1845. She was sitting beside me at a shuttle at Makati, the one below the parking garage. She took the Bicutan shuttle. I can sense that she was tall, feel her super straight, needle-like waist-length, dyed brown hair. The shuttle seat was like that of a jeepney, I was sitting at the right side, the side on the driver and she was sitting at my right. Therefore, I cannot look at her without experiencing a certain degree of awkwardness. I tried to be cool by not looking. She had 2 bulky bags yet small enough to place on her lap. We were stuck at traffic even at Skyway. During that traffic jam, she was occasionally texting. I got a glimpse of her cellphone, enough to deduce that the couple on the phone's wallpaper was she and her boyfriend but not enought to get a good look at her face. During the almost 1 hour drive/traffic jam, she this sort of popping noise with her mouth. The kind where one bites his or her lips and suddenly pulling them out. She also played a song from her phone. I don't know the song. But I can remember it was a recent song sang by a guy with the word obsession on it. We were nearing SM Bicutan, my stop, I now have a reason to face towards her direction. Then I saw her face, a face like an angel or a supermodel. From what I can see, she was wearing a pair of runners, a pants that looks like a jogging pants and a simple solid colored shirt. When we alighted, I had a better look at her back. It was indeed some sort of jogging pants, the her shirt is not something a normal Makati employee wears. Adding the fact that one of the big bags she was carrying probably carries her change of clothes, there is a big possibility she just went to a gym. She pulled out her umbrella because it was drizzling. From there, there are two ways she could go, through the back entrance of the mall or towards the tricycles. So I thought to myself, regardless of where she was going, I'm gonna follow her. This will be the first time that I will do this. I have never altered my course because of a stranger. I am guilty of varying my walking speed because of a beautiful girl but never my course. Then fate played a trick on me. She did not enter the mall nor walked towards the tricycle. She headed for the parking lot on the back of the mall which is beside the back entrance. I was not prepared for this. So I just let it go, but changed my mind once inside the mall. I figured with the direction she is going, if I went and waited for 5 minutes at the other mall entrance, she might show up and then I can finally have a good look at her face. But no 9.75. From there I can deduce 2 possibilities. One, she parked her car at SM and she went home, two, she rode a jeep either going north (Sun Valley, Merville?) or sourth (Marcelo?). *Train of thought finish*

Just yesterday I was re-watching How I Met Your Mother and I remembered Ted's cheesy line, "...the beauty of a moment is that it's fleeting. By its very nature, it slips through our fingers making it that much more precious."(S1 Ep. Zip, zip, zip). Now she will remain a mystery, a perfect moment sealed by a blog post in Cyber land.

This post is a note-to-self sort of post. It's a way to immortalize a momentous occasion in my life, or at the very least, a suppose to be unforgettable moment. By putting it here, someday, somewhere by invoking the accumulation of good karma, I would see this girl again.