Because I'm a round-eyed Asian, people thought I was Pinay. I learned hip-hop by watching the Flips in middle school. (And from MTV's The Grind.)
This month's hawtness is Dante Basco. You see, we were supposed to talk on the phone and fall in
When I was a bright-eyed young actor starting out in Hollywood, I attended an Asian American award ceremony. Afterward, I accosted Ang Lee. Then I saw Dante.
It was like the Beatles coming to America. My mind started chanting, "Ru-fio. Ru-fio."
I watched Hook like 20 times as a tween. Now dreamboat Rufio, my future husband (after Keanu Reeves), was standing there in a suit.
I ran up to him and gushed and preened and you know what he did? He asked for my number.
Do the Pinoy got game or what?
So of course I gave him my cell phone, landline, all three emails, home address, social security number and date of birth. And pin. Just in case he needed money to call me.
I mean, could you say no to that smirk?
And he goes, "My name's Dante, so you better pick up when I call."
Okay that doesn't translate well in writing, but it was very smooth. Trust me. I was like, "Okay *giggle
After sleeping with the phone under my pillow for 3 months and my door unlocked in case he wanted to drop by, I finally accepted the truth.
He had lost my number.
"My name's Dante, can you help me find Sophia's number?"
Clearly, Dante has been trying to find me. So good readers, if you see Mr. Basco, please direct him here. (My boyfriend has already been apprised of the situation.)
Dante, you owe me a phone call.
***Thanks for all your suggestions for September's Book Crush of the Month. The winner is Damon Salvatore from the Vampire Diaries.
*This (only slightly exaggerated) account happened YEARS ago - no disrespect to Dante's girl! It was very sweet of him to entertain a fan.