A Brief Encounter with my Future Son

Almost noon. The train is taking forever. I tapped my feet impatiently.

"Mommy!", two little arms suddenly enveloped my waist. "Mommy, ko!!", the little critter squealed. What the hell? I looked down and saw the cutest little toddler I've ever seen. Dumbfounded, I just smiled politely and tried to look around. Where the hell are the parents of this kiddo?

"Lennon! Lennon! O geez!", said a man behind me.

"Oh, this must be yours", I said trying to politely detach myself from the little hug machine. I was trying to gesture for him to move towards his....Dad or brother?

"Uhm, I'm really sorry about him. Come here, Lenny." he said.

"Oh, no problem", I stammered as I was still in the process of unfastening myself from the little human seat belt.

"Mommy!! Mommy, please go home!", Little Lenny begged.

Ooooohkay! I laughed nervously. This is kinda freaking me out. It made me think it was some sort of modus operandi.

"Lennon, that's not your...mommy. Come over here", the guy said as he tried to slowly remove his grasp.

"I'm really sorry about this.", he explained as he manage to separate Lennon, the little booger from his mighty embrace.

Lennon began to whimper. O dammit, why does he have to do that?

"That's ok, Lennon. I'm not mad at you. Here you can have my chocolate. Be a good boy, ok?", I offered M&M minis in my purse and gave him a little pat on the head.

Bashfully, he took it.

"Say thank you, to the nice lady, Len", he ordered.

"Thank...thank you...Mommy", Lennon half-whispered. I coudln't help but smile. Whatta cute little critter you are Lennon. Although, I don't particularly appreciate you calling me your mother.

" Uhm, I'm really..terribly sorry about this.", the guy said for the last time.

"Oh, no biggie", I said. I was about to turn around when he offered a hand.

Normally, people mistook me for either Regine Velasquez or Judy Anne Santos. But yeah, they both look liked the already mothered a kid or two so I'll take that as a compliment I guess....because that's how I roll.

"Uhm, I'm Ted by the way, wait I didn't get your name", he said extending his arm.

O great. See I know this is an modus operandi.

"Yeah. I didn't give it you" would have been my reply. But I was feeling less paranoid and more sociable at that time. Besides, he ain't that bad looking.

"Jorge", I responded.

"Harrison?", he squeezed my hand lightly. It was soft.. Hmmm. not bad for a guy.

"No, Clooney. You related to the Bundys?", I said blankly.

"Bundy?", he asked.

"Ted Bundy? You know, PSYCHO?", I said raising my eyebrow. What the hell was I doing? Making this weird conversation with a stranger.

Finally I can hear the train... it's coming! Finally, let me out of here. I'm going to be late.

"Oh, nice one. O well, it's nice meeting you Jorge. Again, I apologize for this little guy." tightening his grip on Lenny's arm just in case he slip away and tries chasing little girls.

"Uhm. Yeah, Don't let Lenny go chasing random women... ", I said as the the train stop to a halt.

Ted grinned revealing a dimple on his left cheek.

I entered waving goodbye to little Lenny who was about to whimper again. They entered the other train.

Several thoughts run through my mind as the train traveled 30 miles per hour:

1. How old do people think I am? Am I that old? Do I look like a married woman?

2. If yes, how many kids do these people think I have?

3. Is Ted Lennon's father or brother?

4. Why is it complicated? Did their mother abandoned them (assuming Ted is his brother)? Or did "Mommy" died?

5. Why do I bother thinking about this random weird encounter?

6. Do I really have a weird appeal to the masses?

7. Will I be fired when I get to the office because I flunked the audit thing?

8. Will they ever found out that I was not able to double check the other files because I'm too lazy to look for it?

9. What will I eat for lunch?

10. Will I ever see Ted again?

Mental Note: Beware of Hug machines in MRT stations.