Ch 8: The Playgirl

By the time I was nearing the end of my public school days, life had started to take on a familiar rhythm—school, coaching classes, and hanging out with friends. That's where I met her.

She wasn't like the others. While most people were caught up in their own world, she had this way of making you feel like you were the center of hers. We bonded naturally over our shared subjects at coaching, spending hours discussing lectures, joking around, and just enjoying each other's company. She had a way with words—effortlessly charming, witty, and always a step ahead in conversations.

At first, it was just friendship, but over the next two years—especially after I changed schools—we grew closer. She became someone I could talk to about anything. She made me feel seen, valued, like I actually mattered. There was something intoxicating about the way she carried herself—confident, playful, always with a mischievous smile on her lips.

And then, there was the hug. My first. It wasn't planned or dramatic, just a simple moment that left a mark.

But the funny thing is, I never truly fell for her. It wasn't love, not in the way I had felt before. It was more of an attachment, a pull I couldn't quite explain. Maybe it was the way she flirted effortlessly, how she always had something interesting to say, or how she made life seem a little less boring.

Then, reality hit. I wasn't special. She wasn't just close to me—she was close to everyone.

Turns out, I was just another chapter in her book, one of many guys who thought they had a unique place in her life. She played with emotions—not just mine, but with others too. It wasn't cruel, not in a deliberate way. It was just who she was. She thrived on attention, on the thrill of knowing she could make people fall for her and then walk away as if it was nothing.

Strangely, I wasn't even mad. If anything, I admired her ability to be so carefree, so effortlessly bold in a world where people held back their feelings. Yes, she was a Playgirl, but she was also unforgettable—an enigma that left a lasting impression.

And in the end, maybe that's all she ever wanted to be.

Frankly speaking she's one of the many reasons I begun to see such flirtatious characters in a negative way.