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Entry #43 – November 12, 2023 Rainy. The neighbor’s rooster won’t shut up.

Dear Diary,

Kuya Jun asked me again today, “Jonalyn, bakit wala ka pang boyfriend? Malapit ka nang maging spinster.” (Why don’t you have a boyfriend yet? You’re almost a spinster.) I just laughed and handed him another bottle of Red Horse. But later, I cried while folding the labanos for dinner.

It’s not that I don’t want love. It’s that I’ve been sewing love stories for other people my whole life. I altered 14 wedding gowns last year alone. Fourteen! Each one with beadwork and lace that I stayed up for 48 hours to finish. I see the brides cry. I see the grooms fix their barongs. And I think… is that for me?

Entry #58 – December 24, 2023 (Christmas Eve) Noche Buena is ready. But my heart is not.

He came today. Rafael. The bagong lipat (new neighbor) from the apartment above the sari-sari store. He said my parol (lantern) was the prettiest on the block. Then he asked if I could fix the zipper on his jacket. “May bayad po?” (Is there a fee?) he asked. I said, “For you, free.” Filipina Sex Diary - Jonalyn -

Diary, I am so stupid. His smile is like a cracked sidewalk—imperfect, but you keep walking over it anyway.

He’s an OFW returnee from Dubai. Worked in a hotel. Now he drives a tricycle. He told me his ex-fiancée left him for a Swiss national. “Ganun talaga,” he said. (That’s really how it is.)

I wanted to say, “No, it’s not. You don’t have to accept brokenness as fate.” But I just nodded and sewed his zipper in silence.

Entry #67 – February 14, 2024 (Valentine’s Day) I made him a handkerchief.

Rafael asked me to be his “date” for the barangay’s Valentine’s pageant. Not as a girlfriend—just as a partner for the “Best Dressed Couple” contest. He wore a barong I repaired for free. I wore my mother’s old terno. We won second place. Entry #43 – November 12, 2023 Rainy

Afterward, we shared taho from the morning vendor. He held my hand for exactly 7 seconds. I counted.

Then he said, “Jonalyn, you’re too good for this place.”

I didn’t know if that was a compliment or a goodbye.

Entry #89 – March 30, 2024 He kissed me behind the church.

After the Good Friday procession. The candles were still smoking. He smelled like kopiko and motor oil. It was clumsy. It was gentle. It was the first time a man held my face like it was made of communion wafers—holy and breakable. In later seasons or entries, Jonalyn enters a

But Diary, here is the twist I didn’t write before: I have a suitor from Canada.

His name is Greg. A 52-year-old retired plumber. My tita (aunt) in Vancouver introduced us online. He sends me $200 every month. He calls me “princess.” He wants me to fly to BC in September for a “trial visit.”

Rafael doesn’t know.

In later seasons or entries, Jonalyn enters a relationship defined by stability rather than fireworks.

Premise: Jonalyn rejects Greg’s proposal. She tells Rafael everything. He gets jealous—not of Greg, but of the idea of a man who can offer a passport. To prove himself, Rafael applies for a job as a tailor on a cruise ship. Before he leaves, he gives her a DIY book titled “50 Ways to Fix a Man’s Jacket (And His Heart).” She laughs. She cries. She waits. One year later, he returns with a sewing machine from Italy and a question: “Will you be the fabric to my pattern?”

Ending: They marry in a small church. She wears a gown she designed herself. The embroidery on the train spells out: “Not going anywhere.”