Friday, September 11, 2009
dear mr & mrs bloggie…
Why is it, so help me God, that as you’re nearing the age of twenty-five, instead of embracing the soon-to-expire youth and enjoying life, you are desperate to be attached- funnier still, to be married. Where’s the fun in that?
Yea, your friends are all getting hitched and you are pressured to follow suit. Or you’re just sooooo in love. Ack, fair enough.
But it annoys me to no end that guys find it an opportunity to make the other party “The one” just because.
So we’re both single. So we’re both going out. So we’re fated to be together? In that moment, you just knew? Come on boy, playing kahwin-kahwin was cute then, not cute now oi.
Desperate times called for desperate measures on their parts I’d say. It looked as if I was their last resort.
…….Ok that statement hurts. Why am I attracting the wrong sort of bees mrs bloggie?
Take for instance, the guy I met for the first time a few weeks ago. We’ll call him Shortie.
Shortie and I chatted for almost a year now, mostly in MSN where we would webcam till the wee hours of the morning. Shortie was, by the way, a friend of a guy I dated before.
After I had dinner with family, he fetched me where we soon made our way to JB. Now, ladies and gentlemen, bare in mind we both just met for the first time there and then.
Hours later we were back in Singapore. Whilst in the car, he shocked the heck out of me when he asked “Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Just like that. Like what the?! Was this guy for real? Oh as luck would have it, apparently he was. Bollocks, of course it didn’t just end there, if you know what I mean. -_-
I felt like I was back in secondary school. Only, this time it’s not funny.
Does he know all my likes and dislikes? My do’s and don’ts. That, unlike him, I hate kids. That… ah crap must I go on?
He thinks with his cock obviously. Doesn’t it occur in his thick hollow skull that talking about marriage or anything near that line on a first date is taboo? Never mind… I dated a nitwit.
Why me, God, why me?
Months before him, I met another ding dong. Say….. let’s call him Abang Body aye.
I was initially attracted to Abang Body because of his fit physique and the very sick fact that he looked like Juls. It was a bonus, hoorah? that he had both a car and a bike. Impressed but not enticed.
Needless to say, what he had in looks, he lacked in personality (one of a duck) and I do mean P.E.R.S.O.N.A.L.I.T.Y. He’s dull, pitifully, humor was so lost on him and aside from his haircut and sharp features, I didn’t see a reason to stay.
Anyways…. After what seemed like a near-death experience in the car, (that being because he was soooo monotonous, my ears wanted to bleed with boredom) [Sidetrack: We didn’t meet until 7 years later so he sure wanted to catch up, like why me again God?] we finally called it a night. Saying goodbye to him was the best thing that ever happened to me after the invention of a gun. You have no idea how tempting triggering that gun to his head was.
On the phone hours later, just when I thought the conversation couldn’t get any worse, it bloody well did.
He asked me to be his girl. [‘-_-] Nonchalantly, might I add. Not after saying he saw a future in us. Right. I felt better already. Shoot me instead please.
In my whimsical make-believe fairytale, such words of devotion would be like music to my ears.
From him, I wanted to eat my own vomit and die. That was, safe to say, excruciating to the last degree. O.M.G. Are all the good guys mentally retarded?
What happened to good old fun?
My purpose for this entry is, yes, indeed you sometimes yearn for companionship. You want to settle down and have beautiful brats for children. Plus points if the guy has something nice to offer. Like a nice body or very good dress sense, or simply, being a successful Architect?
Still, you can’t just take love for granted, hoping it will develop along the way. Love is way to special.
But then again, what do I know?
Oh gosh, please don’t let the mat be like them. I have high hopes for him. May my quest for love be fruitful this time round. We’ll just have to wait and see.
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And I am taking my own sweet time, just so you know.
cinta
fasyalba p/s: This entry is based on true events and the characters are unfortunately not fictional.
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