Vital Stat(u)s
I saw a cute guy in the office last week. Apart from having a smiling face, I know exactly where he lives, what he does and that he’s 35 and single. Not that I took note of the locations, but I could dig them up. 
Where I work, we get about 200 visitors a day. Our building door is like a filter for all Filipinos in NY, whether regular, famous or infamous. But I only really get to see them for about an hour a week when I sit by the windows while the receptionist has her lunch. (Except for special visitors who go straight to our office.)
And so, instead of the "window shopper, looking from the outside in," I feel like I’m a store window mannequin looking from the inside out. With eyes wide open on cute passersby. (Hahaha!) I used to think that Ateneo was full of eye candy. I get a dose here too.
Finally, I can find out about them as quickly as they can about me. They give me their application forms. They need to disclose everything and lying is punishable by law.
