Filipina Sex Diary - April (2025)
His name is Kuya Rico. He runs the sari-sari store at the corner of our street. He’s 28, a single dad to a five-year-old girl named Angela, and every time I buy pancit canton and C2 , he asks, “May laman na ba ang tiyan mo, Miss?” (Is your stomach full yet?) with this soft, genuine concern that no Bumble boy has ever managed.
The romantic storyline here isn’t about cheating—it’s about kaba (anxious butterflies). Jasmin didn’t confront him. Instead, she did what any Filipina in April would do: she invited herself to that beach trip. Now the three of them are in Boracay together. I’ve been getting 3 AM voice messages of Jasmin whisper-shouting from the bathroom: “ATE, NASA KATABI NIYA AKO HABANG KUMUKWENTO SIYA NG MEMORIES NILA!” (SIS, I’M RIGHT NEXT TO HIM WHILE HE’S RECOUNTING THEIR MEMORIES!) Filipina Sex Diary - April
Mahal ko kayo. (I love you all.) Stay hydrated. Stay marupok (weak-hearted but hopeful). His name is Kuya Rico
This April, the romance is in the details. He started saving the pink lighter for me because he knows I hate the green one. He lets Angela draw on the plastic bags, and last week she handed me one with a crayon heart and the words “Para kay Ate, crush ni Daddy.” (For Ate, Daddy’s crush.) Now the three of them are in Boracay together
I almost died. But here’s the thing about April and quiet love: it’s too hot for big gestures, so the small ones burn brighter. I haven’t told him how I feel. Instead, I visit the store twice a day. I laugh a little too loud at his corny jokes about the weather. I brought Angela a pasalubong from the mall—a cheap toy cellphone that sings “Baby Shark.”
This is the April love story I’m actually rooting for. No flights out of the country. No dramatic exes. Just two people, a sari-sari store counter, and a little girl who’s already planning our wedding. By the end of April, maybe I’ll write my number on a pancit canton wrapper. Or maybe I’ll just keep buying pink lighters. Either way, my heart is finally sweating for the right reasons. Final April Reflection: