Love is so expensive. In an era when affection is measured by how many text messages you’ve sent, love can be very costly.

At this age, if you have any hope of starting a relationship, you have to have a cellphone. If you’re at a party and have just finished flirting it up with somebody, the last question for the night is probably, “Can I have your number?” (At this point, it must be noted that when a somebody asks “What’s your facebook address?”, it does not necessarily mean that s/he likes you.)

After which, you’d be expected to trade nonsense messages with this person, and with it its corresponding peso per text. For those more kiti-kitext, there are indeed unlimited text offers, and still this costs money.
And if you’re really unlucky, you could end up in a long distance relationship, and depending on whether this distance crosses borders, you might also be slapped with overseas communications tax, which, on top of VAT is also very, very expensive.

It’s useless to be nostalgic since we cannot go back to the past but I can’t help but miss those days when handwritten letters were enough (with the rest of the shenanigans of course) to win a girl’s heart. But I digress. At least now, with text, it’s easier to know what the fruits of your electronic efforts are (even if it means it’s easier to get rejected).