A lot of things have happened between me and #1 Crush these past couple of weeks. I did not really have time to blog about em, mostly because I had been busy.
Not busy with work in the office. But busy with #1 Crush. He and I constantly communicate over YM during office hours. Guess I am lucky that I don’t really have any work to do coz we’d be going at it from morning until it’s time for him (or me) to leave the office.
Ever since our second date at that sushi place, #1 Crush and I had seen each other two more times. The first was at my place for a group buka puasa and the second was near his office for buka puasa.
I hosted a buka puasa gathering (which I do every year) and invited my closest friends. He came at about 2pm, which was way too early. He actually helped me prepare the dishes and kept me company. It was sweet of him to do so.
For the third date, I had to take the commuter train to go to his office area. It’s only fair. He traveled quite far to go to my office area for our second date. We had a seafood dinner and a secret recipe cheesecake dessert. Actually, the third date was supposed to be on the day before but he had to cancel at the last minute because something came up. Of course I was upset as hell but I got over it.
The replacement date was kinda short notice. He was supposed to stay in the office and work (and claim overtime) but he insisted that I come over that side of the world and break fast with him. He would then take me to his office and I’d wait until he’s done with work for him to send me home. I thought it was sweet and highly romantic. He’s involving me in his work life and he was willing to juggle me and work so that we could spend time together before the long Raya break.
Sigh. I think I am falling for him hard. What? I’ve fallen? Yup, I have. Dear God.
I really intended to take things slow with him, mostly he has a boyfriend and I don’t really know if he sees me the way I see him. Unfortunately, with our constant communication and our dates, it’s getting harder and harder to take things slow. Especially with him piling on the charms and the pick-up lines on me. Wait, why would he be piling on the charms and pick-up lines on me? Is he interested in me too? Argh. I need a drink. This is so confusing.
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Thursday, October 4, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Superstar
And now, for the bad stuff… see, I am of looking at things from every angle and not just from a peachy keen, lovey dovey manner…
Everything was perfect. He was nice, funny, romantic, cute, handsome, adorable and he even paid for dinner. Which was wrong coz technically I was supposed to pay. I am the older one and I was the one that asked him out, not the other way around. Me likey…
He has a boyfriend. I do seem to attract the ones with boyfriends huh? Sigh.
I had always knew he had one but I guess it never really registered until I was on the date with him. I had asked him to go to a somewhat closer place and he said that his boyfriend works there and he really did not want us to be bumping into him. Which was a little weird to me because if we were going out in the capacity of ‘friends’, the boyfriend would have known about it and would not have minded if we bumped into him.
Anyways, he insisted so we went elsewhere. Then, during the drive back to my place, his phone rang but he did not pick up. He said it was someone from another country who kept bugging him. Then his phone rang again, this time a different ring tone. He did not pick up or even bother checking the phone.
I asked him about it and he dismissed it entirely and just said that it was the boyfriend. Another weird. It seemed like we were on an actual date and that the boyfriend had no idea what was going on. I like the first part of that sentence but the second part just made me out to be some sort of man-stealing tramp.
Ordinarily I don’t mind that coz I have played with many, many ‘married’ guys but this is a legitimate crush and I did not meet him when I (or him) was cruising for some action.
But then again, he said yes to the date. It’s not like he was forced into it. Right? Right?
Does this mean that this was an actual date? Especially with that SMS at the end of the night? Only time will tell I guess. Don’t wanna put my hopes up but I was all smiles the next day. Sigh…
Everything was perfect. He was nice, funny, romantic, cute, handsome, adorable and he even paid for dinner. Which was wrong coz technically I was supposed to pay. I am the older one and I was the one that asked him out, not the other way around. Me likey…
He has a boyfriend. I do seem to attract the ones with boyfriends huh? Sigh.
I had always knew he had one but I guess it never really registered until I was on the date with him. I had asked him to go to a somewhat closer place and he said that his boyfriend works there and he really did not want us to be bumping into him. Which was a little weird to me because if we were going out in the capacity of ‘friends’, the boyfriend would have known about it and would not have minded if we bumped into him.
Anyways, he insisted so we went elsewhere. Then, during the drive back to my place, his phone rang but he did not pick up. He said it was someone from another country who kept bugging him. Then his phone rang again, this time a different ring tone. He did not pick up or even bother checking the phone.
I asked him about it and he dismissed it entirely and just said that it was the boyfriend. Another weird. It seemed like we were on an actual date and that the boyfriend had no idea what was going on. I like the first part of that sentence but the second part just made me out to be some sort of man-stealing tramp.
Ordinarily I don’t mind that coz I have played with many, many ‘married’ guys but this is a legitimate crush and I did not meet him when I (or him) was cruising for some action.
But then again, he said yes to the date. It’s not like he was forced into it. Right? Right?
Does this mean that this was an actual date? Especially with that SMS at the end of the night? Only time will tell I guess. Don’t wanna put my hopes up but I was all smiles the next day. Sigh…
Friday, September 7, 2007
Who Are You
So the date went smoothly. Not stuttering or anything. There were definite signs that this was not just a one sided thing. But I refuse to be optimistic. I have been burned before, for playing with custom-made Navy matches. This time, it’s heavy duty firestarter. Any small spark could cause a ripple effect and everything would be engulfed in flames.
Anyways, here are the blow-by-blow (not literally) account of the date. I stayed an extra hour in the office because we were supposed to meet at 8. I left by 7 because the air conditioning had been turned off, if not I’d stay longer. I SMSed #1 Crush and told him I was on my way.
I arrived at 7.40pm. I waited 10 minutes before I message him. He called me just before 8, saying that he was parked on the other side of the road. Dear God, I had forgotten how sexy his deep manly voice was. Sigh. With bats in my stomach, I made my way across the street. Had a serious case of hyperventilation.
We went to a fast food chain for dinner. He wanted to order food but ran it by me to see if I wanted to share it with him. Either it was the sweetest thing or he just doesn’t eat that much or he is used to sharing his food with people. Hmmm… anyways, we ordered chicken wings (which he had indicated he wanted to have since the afternoon), soup of the day (which he also wanted and kinda talked me into it as well), the seafood platter (which I really wanted but he did not because he just had an allergic reaction to something the day before and he is still recovering but he wolfed down half the plate anyways) and we had a pitcher of Pepsi (I asked for pitcher, he asked for Pepsi even though he don’t really drink carbonated stuff coz it gives him the hiccups).
We talked about everything and anything. Childhood stuff. Growing up stuff. My time in America. His life before we met. Did I mention he is soooo cute and have the cheekbones so high it could touch the sky? Sigh…
Anyways, whilst we did all the talking and chatting, there was also flirtatious banter going back and forth. Definitely Sex & The City territory. I blushed many, many times. Not that he could see it coz I am dark-skinned but I was blushing like crazy.
After dinner, we were at a loss of what to do next. He did not want to send me off just yet. I did not wanna go home either. So we drove around for a while, just talking and singing along to his mixed CD of sappy love songs by male vocalists. Well, he was singing. I was recording him using my phone. Did I mention that he has a nice sexy deep manly voice? He could be reading the phone book and I’d be all horny… heheheh…
Then, Endless Love came on and we did a duet. I was Diana Ross of course. Somehow I always ended up singing the female bits whenever there’s a duet. Anyways, I normally don’t sing in front of strangers but I went ahead and sang with him. Showed how comfortable I was with him. Okay, so I wanna have his babies, what’s the big?
Once we were near my area, I asked if he wanted to hang out more. He declined, citing that he had to go pick up someone. He promised that we’d go out again. I asked him to turn on the lights in the car so that I could take his picture. Yup, I’d been trying to snap him but the highway was dark. After I got a nice clear pic, I asked him to lean up to me and snap a pic of us together. After a handshake, he drove off and I walked back to my flat thus ending one of the nicest date I’ve ever had in all my 21 years of living… okay, okay… 25… fine, 29… good God, a lady is never supposed to reveal her age. Lucky I ain’t a lady eh…
Oh, about an hour later, he called me. However, I was in the other room and my phone was on silent mode so I did not hear the call. Since I did not pick up, he sent me an SMS.
“R u asleep already? Don’t masturbate to those pix k? Hehe. Good nite and thanx for the lovely nite. Sorry we did not get to go anywhere. There wasn’t enough time. We’ll do this again ok?”
O. M. G. O. D.
I’d only bother sending a follow up SMS if I really like the guy. I hope he sent the message coz he likes me…
Anyways, here are the blow-by-blow (not literally) account of the date. I stayed an extra hour in the office because we were supposed to meet at 8. I left by 7 because the air conditioning had been turned off, if not I’d stay longer. I SMSed #1 Crush and told him I was on my way.
I arrived at 7.40pm. I waited 10 minutes before I message him. He called me just before 8, saying that he was parked on the other side of the road. Dear God, I had forgotten how sexy his deep manly voice was. Sigh. With bats in my stomach, I made my way across the street. Had a serious case of hyperventilation.
We went to a fast food chain for dinner. He wanted to order food but ran it by me to see if I wanted to share it with him. Either it was the sweetest thing or he just doesn’t eat that much or he is used to sharing his food with people. Hmmm… anyways, we ordered chicken wings (which he had indicated he wanted to have since the afternoon), soup of the day (which he also wanted and kinda talked me into it as well), the seafood platter (which I really wanted but he did not because he just had an allergic reaction to something the day before and he is still recovering but he wolfed down half the plate anyways) and we had a pitcher of Pepsi (I asked for pitcher, he asked for Pepsi even though he don’t really drink carbonated stuff coz it gives him the hiccups).
We talked about everything and anything. Childhood stuff. Growing up stuff. My time in America. His life before we met. Did I mention he is soooo cute and have the cheekbones so high it could touch the sky? Sigh…
Anyways, whilst we did all the talking and chatting, there was also flirtatious banter going back and forth. Definitely Sex & The City territory. I blushed many, many times. Not that he could see it coz I am dark-skinned but I was blushing like crazy.
After dinner, we were at a loss of what to do next. He did not want to send me off just yet. I did not wanna go home either. So we drove around for a while, just talking and singing along to his mixed CD of sappy love songs by male vocalists. Well, he was singing. I was recording him using my phone. Did I mention that he has a nice sexy deep manly voice? He could be reading the phone book and I’d be all horny… heheheh…
Then, Endless Love came on and we did a duet. I was Diana Ross of course. Somehow I always ended up singing the female bits whenever there’s a duet. Anyways, I normally don’t sing in front of strangers but I went ahead and sang with him. Showed how comfortable I was with him. Okay, so I wanna have his babies, what’s the big?
Once we were near my area, I asked if he wanted to hang out more. He declined, citing that he had to go pick up someone. He promised that we’d go out again. I asked him to turn on the lights in the car so that I could take his picture. Yup, I’d been trying to snap him but the highway was dark. After I got a nice clear pic, I asked him to lean up to me and snap a pic of us together. After a handshake, he drove off and I walked back to my flat thus ending one of the nicest date I’ve ever had in all my 21 years of living… okay, okay… 25… fine, 29… good God, a lady is never supposed to reveal her age. Lucky I ain’t a lady eh…
Oh, about an hour later, he called me. However, I was in the other room and my phone was on silent mode so I did not hear the call. Since I did not pick up, he sent me an SMS.
“R u asleep already? Don’t masturbate to those pix k? Hehe. Good nite and thanx for the lovely nite. Sorry we did not get to go anywhere. There wasn’t enough time. We’ll do this again ok?”
O. M. G. O. D.
I’d only bother sending a follow up SMS if I really like the guy. I hope he sent the message coz he likes me…
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
This Year's Girl
Yup, crush on #1 Crush not lessening, even after four days of not being in touch. When I say ‘in touch’, I mean chatting on YM or email. Yes, we haven’t formally exchanged numbers. I don’t want to rush into it. I wanna take it slow. He is actually taken AKA has a boyfriend. I don’t wanna wreck a disco (as opposed to a masjid for the normal straight Muslim couple) and I am not even sure if he feels anything for me.
Early Monday morning, as soon as I sat myself down at the office cubicle and turned on my YM, his message window immediately popped up, scaring the snot out of me. He said that I’d been so quiet lately and he asked me what was up.
The last we chatted was on Wednesday, last week. He had been asking to read my blog. Not this one. The other one. I had told him that I was revamping the blog and it would not be ready until later. He pouted and kept asking for it. I did not wanna reveal my sexploits that way to him. That’s what deathbeds are for! I wanna have something special with this one, even though that might not happen and toning down the crazy is the way to go.
Anyways, he asked me one final time before he abruptly logged off and went home. Did not like how that ended. What if that was the last time we’d ever spoken and we left it hanging like that? Not acceptable. He did not even chat with me on Thursday, even though I sent him a message. Sigh. I did not think he’d be this petulant. This is why I need to shy away from the younger ones. Lucky for me, my friends and I have a Merdeka BBQ that night so I took the afternoon off to go make food and prepare stuff. I was kinda busy and forced myself to be busy coz when I stopped for one second, my mind would wander back to #1 Crush and I’d remember the last thing we did – me denying his repeated requests for my blog, and him abruptly logging off – and I did not like it.
So when he messaged me Monday morning and said that, I did not really know what to think. I guess he was not really bothered by me not giving my blog and that he was not really petulant after all. He was probably just busy that day. Phew.
We were chatting up a storm on YM. I have nothing to do at work so I could chat my fingers off. He has work to do but he insisted that he could still chat. As long as he doesn’t get into trouble… so after a while of chatting, I asked him out. For dinner. I know, I know. He’s taken but we could just go out in the capacity of friends. Or not. Whichever one works.
He turned me down again. Yes, I’ve asked before. Persistent bugger, that is me. I know he had to go do something with his car Monday night so he could not have dinner with me. He said his Tuesday night was also full. I was beginning to sense a rejection coming so I stopped asking directly and went with another approach. I just asked him if he’d passed by Midvalley or Times Square during his commute. He said he did not and he did not like to go into KL to brave the traffic. He also mentioned that his nights were mostly spent with his straight friends.
Great. Another rejection. So I just told him to not mind me and just continue to chat about something else. But then, he said that he’s free Wednesday. The boyfriend’s working nights so he could go out and enjoy himself. Did he just ask me out on Wednesday? I think he did.
Before I squeal like a high school girl just asked to the prom, I asked him the venue. Stumper. We did not know how to meet up. Sigh. There goes the date. He then just volunteered to take the train to Times Square since everywhere else is a lot harder. I told him to not do that because it’s troublesome for him but he insisted. Made a girl feel special…
But then, I got a very good idea. I could take the train to where he’s staying and then he’d pick me up and we could go to a hypermarket nearby where there’d be restaurants. He concurred. But he said “OK lor…”
Dude, if you don’t want to, just say so. I maybe head over heels in love with you, I don’t need and/or want pity date. But he insisted that he wanted it. Really. Okay. Girl goes to prom scream time. *gurly shriek*
Someone finger me coz I think I am dreaming. No, not three fingers. One’s fine. Thank you. Dear God, is this really happening? I know I should take it easy and not overreact and really have to work on not thinking too much into it. But I can’t help it. If I were in his shoes, I’d never go out with me. At least not without a group setting. Definitely not one-on-one. Yup, I know he knows I fancy him. My friends were sooooo not subtle when they were teasing me about my crush, right in front of him and #1 Crush is definitely not dumb. Just young and full of cum… heheheh…
Cannot wait for Wednesday night. God, I hope I don’t stutter… Wish me luck!!
Early Monday morning, as soon as I sat myself down at the office cubicle and turned on my YM, his message window immediately popped up, scaring the snot out of me. He said that I’d been so quiet lately and he asked me what was up.
The last we chatted was on Wednesday, last week. He had been asking to read my blog. Not this one. The other one. I had told him that I was revamping the blog and it would not be ready until later. He pouted and kept asking for it. I did not wanna reveal my sexploits that way to him. That’s what deathbeds are for! I wanna have something special with this one, even though that might not happen and toning down the crazy is the way to go.
Anyways, he asked me one final time before he abruptly logged off and went home. Did not like how that ended. What if that was the last time we’d ever spoken and we left it hanging like that? Not acceptable. He did not even chat with me on Thursday, even though I sent him a message. Sigh. I did not think he’d be this petulant. This is why I need to shy away from the younger ones. Lucky for me, my friends and I have a Merdeka BBQ that night so I took the afternoon off to go make food and prepare stuff. I was kinda busy and forced myself to be busy coz when I stopped for one second, my mind would wander back to #1 Crush and I’d remember the last thing we did – me denying his repeated requests for my blog, and him abruptly logging off – and I did not like it.
So when he messaged me Monday morning and said that, I did not really know what to think. I guess he was not really bothered by me not giving my blog and that he was not really petulant after all. He was probably just busy that day. Phew.
We were chatting up a storm on YM. I have nothing to do at work so I could chat my fingers off. He has work to do but he insisted that he could still chat. As long as he doesn’t get into trouble… so after a while of chatting, I asked him out. For dinner. I know, I know. He’s taken but we could just go out in the capacity of friends. Or not. Whichever one works.
He turned me down again. Yes, I’ve asked before. Persistent bugger, that is me. I know he had to go do something with his car Monday night so he could not have dinner with me. He said his Tuesday night was also full. I was beginning to sense a rejection coming so I stopped asking directly and went with another approach. I just asked him if he’d passed by Midvalley or Times Square during his commute. He said he did not and he did not like to go into KL to brave the traffic. He also mentioned that his nights were mostly spent with his straight friends.
Great. Another rejection. So I just told him to not mind me and just continue to chat about something else. But then, he said that he’s free Wednesday. The boyfriend’s working nights so he could go out and enjoy himself. Did he just ask me out on Wednesday? I think he did.
Before I squeal like a high school girl just asked to the prom, I asked him the venue. Stumper. We did not know how to meet up. Sigh. There goes the date. He then just volunteered to take the train to Times Square since everywhere else is a lot harder. I told him to not do that because it’s troublesome for him but he insisted. Made a girl feel special…
But then, I got a very good idea. I could take the train to where he’s staying and then he’d pick me up and we could go to a hypermarket nearby where there’d be restaurants. He concurred. But he said “OK lor…”
Dude, if you don’t want to, just say so. I maybe head over heels in love with you, I don’t need and/or want pity date. But he insisted that he wanted it. Really. Okay. Girl goes to prom scream time. *gurly shriek*
Someone finger me coz I think I am dreaming. No, not three fingers. One’s fine. Thank you. Dear God, is this really happening? I know I should take it easy and not overreact and really have to work on not thinking too much into it. But I can’t help it. If I were in his shoes, I’d never go out with me. At least not without a group setting. Definitely not one-on-one. Yup, I know he knows I fancy him. My friends were sooooo not subtle when they were teasing me about my crush, right in front of him and #1 Crush is definitely not dumb. Just young and full of cum… heheheh…
Cannot wait for Wednesday night. God, I hope I don’t stutter… Wish me luck!!
Monday, August 6, 2007
Wild At Heart
I am spending the night at one guy’s place on Friday. He sent me a message via Bearforest in April. We’ve been keeping in touch ever since. No, we haven’t met yet because he is too busy, working in sales so he works nearly 7 days a week.
Then he met with an accident and broke his hand. So our meeting got pushed back. Finally, I suggested we meet and spend the night at either my place or his place and get this dating ship moving. He agreed and we’ve set the date for Friday. Originally, it was supposed to be on Sunday but his company suddenly told him he could take Friday off.
We’d been planning for a Sunday meet so now our plan is whacked. He has dentist appointment Monday early morning so we decided to meet Friday, after I finished work. We’re gonna have dinner and maybe watch a movie or something, then go to his place. He works in Brickfields so he can swing by KL Sentral and drops me off in the morning. Yup, he works on weekends.
He is kinda cute. Tall. Older than me. Matured. However, he just got his heart broken by someone and that raises an alarm for me. My track record has not been that good and I keep attracting these kinds of people. I would always end up getting hurt and they would go off without a scratch. Sigh.
I really don’t wanna go into this with my defensive shields up but I guess I don’t really have a choice. I too have my battle scars. Ooh, I just downloaded this one song from Geri Halliwell called Love Never Loved Me. Telling my life story. I won’t give up on love. What doesn’t kill me, makes me stronger. Oh, I think I hear my heart pounding from the anticipation…
Then he met with an accident and broke his hand. So our meeting got pushed back. Finally, I suggested we meet and spend the night at either my place or his place and get this dating ship moving. He agreed and we’ve set the date for Friday. Originally, it was supposed to be on Sunday but his company suddenly told him he could take Friday off.
We’d been planning for a Sunday meet so now our plan is whacked. He has dentist appointment Monday early morning so we decided to meet Friday, after I finished work. We’re gonna have dinner and maybe watch a movie or something, then go to his place. He works in Brickfields so he can swing by KL Sentral and drops me off in the morning. Yup, he works on weekends.
He is kinda cute. Tall. Older than me. Matured. However, he just got his heart broken by someone and that raises an alarm for me. My track record has not been that good and I keep attracting these kinds of people. I would always end up getting hurt and they would go off without a scratch. Sigh.
I really don’t wanna go into this with my defensive shields up but I guess I don’t really have a choice. I too have my battle scars. Ooh, I just downloaded this one song from Geri Halliwell called Love Never Loved Me. Telling my life story. I won’t give up on love. What doesn’t kill me, makes me stronger. Oh, I think I hear my heart pounding from the anticipation…
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Choices
It's no secret that I have been actively dating ever since I became single again. No sitting at home licking wounds for this girl. Some people think that the failed relationship did not mean anything to me and that I was not really in love because I showed no sorrow or mourning of any kind.
I did mourn. I shed tears. I pick myself up and I move on. No use crying over spilled milk, especially since I don't drink milk. My throat can't handle the natural flavor of milk.
Like I've mentioned before, some of the guys that I've dated are too quick to give it up to me. Err, I mean their hearts. Too quick to fall for me. Others are too immature for my liking. Too clingy. Too childish. Too freaky. Too weird. Sigh.
Here is the latest guy I could lump into that group. He is 22, lives with his parents in Kedah and also works for them. He is the type who needs an SMS to be answered right away, if not he would think either you’re angry with him or he’d done something wrong. Constantly wants MMSes of you face and body. Argh.
He is coming to KL this week, to send mommy to KLIA. Wants to stay over for a few days. Unfortunately, he wants to stay during the week and I am working. He said he did not mind staying at home while I go off to work. Um, I don’t think so. I told him he could go explore KL and then meet back up for dinner. He pouted, saying that he might not stay in KL then, going straight home.
I don’t care. I am not going to let a perfect stranger stay at my place while I am not there. God knows what could happen. I could come home to an empty flat. No way man. He said that I am evil for thinking that he is not trustworthy. I told him that he would not really understand unless he has lived in KL and has seen his fair share of crimes and whatnot. My iPod was stolen from my room, even when I was there, for crying out loud! I might as well just not lock my place every time I go off to work.
He got upset and stop SMSing me. Good riddance. File under ‘Thank God!’
I did mourn. I shed tears. I pick myself up and I move on. No use crying over spilled milk, especially since I don't drink milk. My throat can't handle the natural flavor of milk.
Like I've mentioned before, some of the guys that I've dated are too quick to give it up to me. Err, I mean their hearts. Too quick to fall for me. Others are too immature for my liking. Too clingy. Too childish. Too freaky. Too weird. Sigh.
Here is the latest guy I could lump into that group. He is 22, lives with his parents in Kedah and also works for them. He is the type who needs an SMS to be answered right away, if not he would think either you’re angry with him or he’d done something wrong. Constantly wants MMSes of you face and body. Argh.
He is coming to KL this week, to send mommy to KLIA. Wants to stay over for a few days. Unfortunately, he wants to stay during the week and I am working. He said he did not mind staying at home while I go off to work. Um, I don’t think so. I told him he could go explore KL and then meet back up for dinner. He pouted, saying that he might not stay in KL then, going straight home.
I don’t care. I am not going to let a perfect stranger stay at my place while I am not there. God knows what could happen. I could come home to an empty flat. No way man. He said that I am evil for thinking that he is not trustworthy. I told him that he would not really understand unless he has lived in KL and has seen his fair share of crimes and whatnot. My iPod was stolen from my room, even when I was there, for crying out loud! I might as well just not lock my place every time I go off to work.
He got upset and stop SMSing me. Good riddance. File under ‘Thank God!’
Monday, June 25, 2007
Enemies
I was with someone on Wednesday. He came to my place at around 1.15 am. He works and lives in Shah Alam but for some reason, he was in Cheras that night. I was up watching That’s So Raven, so I told him he could come over if he wanted to.
Not exactly a mistake but I kinda regretted telling him that. Not because he was evil or obnoxious but because he was kinda clingy. I did not really get to sleep much because I was very uncomfortable. We slept in our boxers so naturally, after a while in a non-air-conditioned room, we’d get sticky and sweaty.
His body was hot too. Not hot like droolworthy hawt but hot as in you can fry an egg on the stomach ala Madonna. I kept tossing and turning in my half-asleep state, trying to get him to quit cuddling but he kept reaching for me with all available limbs.
I have a queen size bed. I was perched on the edge of the right side and he still clambered on to me. There was a sea of free bed space on the left and he still needed to engulf me in his Human-Torchness. Now, if it were Johnny Storm, then I would not mind. Who am I kidding? I would so mind. I don’t mind cuddling after sex or before going to bed or before falling asleep but after a while, I need my space.
I need to be able to turn to whatever position I want. I don’t like feeling sticky and sweaty in my sleep. Most importantly, I hate feeling the heat. That was why I was so at home in the snow back in the day.
Hmm, guess now I know why I prefer to live alone. I need my space to be my space. I don’t mind sharing it with a mate but I gotta have room to breathe. Other guys have spent the night at my place obviously but none had acted quite like this. Oh, and he kept kissing me. If my back was to him, he’d kiss my neck. I like to kiss my guys on the forehead, as a sign of affection or as goodbye or good night or something but this guy takes the cake. He kissed me every 10 seconds. If I turn to face him, he’d kiss my eyelids. Oh, did I forget to mention that he is short? I stand head and shoulder over him.
Also, sometime around 5, I’d wake up to me being up and his hands all over me. Dude… wtf? I need my cutie sleep coz I have to work in the morning. But he kept at it so I turn him around and went at it for the second time. However, fucking half asleep is not really a good thing and I stopped after half an hour, without climaxing. I think he also could not take it anymore, judging from his writhing underneath me.
Even after that, he was still all kissy kissy and touchy feely. I groaned, or attempted to groan in my half-asleep state, and pushed his hands away but he was adamant. I think he wanted a key to my magical kingdom. I ain’t giving. It was 5.30 in the morning. I had hardly slept and I had to wake up to go to work in a couple of hours. Control yourself dammit. He won’t quit so I had to tell him off, that I was tired, half asleep and that I need to sleep in order to go to work when the sun comes up. We can resume the horizontal tango the next time he comes a callin’. He finally agreed to back off and just cuddled, which further irritated me. Sigh.
If I wake up with bags under my eye, then I am so gonna kick his ass. Lady Luck must have been on his side because I was not too bad and he did give good service. Hehehe.
Not exactly a mistake but I kinda regretted telling him that. Not because he was evil or obnoxious but because he was kinda clingy. I did not really get to sleep much because I was very uncomfortable. We slept in our boxers so naturally, after a while in a non-air-conditioned room, we’d get sticky and sweaty.
His body was hot too. Not hot like droolworthy hawt but hot as in you can fry an egg on the stomach ala Madonna. I kept tossing and turning in my half-asleep state, trying to get him to quit cuddling but he kept reaching for me with all available limbs.
I have a queen size bed. I was perched on the edge of the right side and he still clambered on to me. There was a sea of free bed space on the left and he still needed to engulf me in his Human-Torchness. Now, if it were Johnny Storm, then I would not mind. Who am I kidding? I would so mind. I don’t mind cuddling after sex or before going to bed or before falling asleep but after a while, I need my space.
I need to be able to turn to whatever position I want. I don’t like feeling sticky and sweaty in my sleep. Most importantly, I hate feeling the heat. That was why I was so at home in the snow back in the day.
Hmm, guess now I know why I prefer to live alone. I need my space to be my space. I don’t mind sharing it with a mate but I gotta have room to breathe. Other guys have spent the night at my place obviously but none had acted quite like this. Oh, and he kept kissing me. If my back was to him, he’d kiss my neck. I like to kiss my guys on the forehead, as a sign of affection or as goodbye or good night or something but this guy takes the cake. He kissed me every 10 seconds. If I turn to face him, he’d kiss my eyelids. Oh, did I forget to mention that he is short? I stand head and shoulder over him.
Also, sometime around 5, I’d wake up to me being up and his hands all over me. Dude… wtf? I need my cutie sleep coz I have to work in the morning. But he kept at it so I turn him around and went at it for the second time. However, fucking half asleep is not really a good thing and I stopped after half an hour, without climaxing. I think he also could not take it anymore, judging from his writhing underneath me.
Even after that, he was still all kissy kissy and touchy feely. I groaned, or attempted to groan in my half-asleep state, and pushed his hands away but he was adamant. I think he wanted a key to my magical kingdom. I ain’t giving. It was 5.30 in the morning. I had hardly slept and I had to wake up to go to work in a couple of hours. Control yourself dammit. He won’t quit so I had to tell him off, that I was tired, half asleep and that I need to sleep in order to go to work when the sun comes up. We can resume the horizontal tango the next time he comes a callin’. He finally agreed to back off and just cuddled, which further irritated me. Sigh.
If I wake up with bags under my eye, then I am so gonna kick his ass. Lady Luck must have been on his side because I was not too bad and he did give good service. Hehehe.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Consequences
It’s been a pretty hectic week. Not at work though. I was with someone fuckingly annoying and disturbingly creepy during the weekend. On Monday, my brother and his girlfriend arrived from the Philippines. I had to play hostess and offered up my place for them to stay.
The annoying cousin found out about my brother being here and went into a frenzy. He really wanted to hang out with my brother. Apparently for online gaming. He had been asking me to go online with him but I rarely had the time, what with the online personals and the dates that I had been having.
I told my brother not to let him know that I had been living alone coz he might wanna come live with me and then I’d be forever paying for everything while he would just be mooching off of me.
Last night, we were all online and were busily defending our territory from the invading Insane-level Scourge. Ooh, speaking of last night, as I was very caught up in the battle as the Slayer, I got annoying messages from this one guy who had declared to my ex-housemate and I that he is in love with me. This prompted my ex-housemate to ask me what I had done to the guy. I did not do anything. Much. Heheheh.
I really don’t like it when people start to declare their love for me at the very beginning, before I had even begun to feel anything. Apparently, I like the drama and fighting hard to get my man and being rejected in the end. Any guy would kill his chances with me if he immediately says they love me. If they were nonchalant and treat me like crap, then I’d moon over them. According to Prof Karen Walker anyway…
The girlfriend has left for Ireland already but my brother is still here. We are going back to my hometown tonight. Yup, I am finally going back. My nephew’s birthday is on Sunday. He was supposed to be born on my birthday but I guess he could not wait or my sister could not keep her legs together any longer so he was born a week earlier. Now that would be neat, sharing birth dates.
The annoying cousin found out about my brother being here and went into a frenzy. He really wanted to hang out with my brother. Apparently for online gaming. He had been asking me to go online with him but I rarely had the time, what with the online personals and the dates that I had been having.
I told my brother not to let him know that I had been living alone coz he might wanna come live with me and then I’d be forever paying for everything while he would just be mooching off of me.
Last night, we were all online and were busily defending our territory from the invading Insane-level Scourge. Ooh, speaking of last night, as I was very caught up in the battle as the Slayer, I got annoying messages from this one guy who had declared to my ex-housemate and I that he is in love with me. This prompted my ex-housemate to ask me what I had done to the guy. I did not do anything. Much. Heheheh.
I really don’t like it when people start to declare their love for me at the very beginning, before I had even begun to feel anything. Apparently, I like the drama and fighting hard to get my man and being rejected in the end. Any guy would kill his chances with me if he immediately says they love me. If they were nonchalant and treat me like crap, then I’d moon over them. According to Prof Karen Walker anyway…
The girlfriend has left for Ireland already but my brother is still here. We are going back to my hometown tonight. Yup, I am finally going back. My nephew’s birthday is on Sunday. He was supposed to be born on my birthday but I guess he could not wait or my sister could not keep her legs together any longer so he was born a week earlier. Now that would be neat, sharing birth dates.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Becoming Part 2
After my interview, I went to Times Square to meet up with a guy. He had traveled from Melaka to spend a few days with me. With ‘permission’ from ESS of course.
I had known this guy for a year now. He finally asked if he could come to KL to meet up with me. It’s not like I have anything or anyone better to do so I agreed to play hostess.
It had been raining pussies and bitches when I got done with my interview. I was soaking wet when I arrived in Times Square. But I was not worried. It’s not like I really need to impress Melaka Guy or anything. My heart belonged to another. Yes, Melaka Guy was told of ESS’ existence. Melaka Guy also has a husband. And a boyfriend. Yup, two of them. Now, before I continue and before people pass judgment and think that we are just two cheating scums, let me remind people that I am in an open relationship and ESS has said that he did not mind. I don’t know about Melaka Guy’s guys though. Hmmm.
While we were there, we decided to catch The Reaping. Pretty good. Hilary Swank was kinda channeling Jennifer Garner’s Sydney Bristow at times. I think the movie’s twist was the thing that saved it from slight mediocrity.
Anyways, he kept insisting, before we actually met, that this is just a social visit. A friendly visit. He just wanted to finally meet up after one year of online acquaintancing. So, guess who made the first move when we went in the cinema? No! Not me! It was him. But when I wanted to reciprocate, he pushed my hands away. Tease much?
When we got back to my place, he kept his distance. So I figured he was honoring what he said and he had a lapse of judgment in the cinema, for about 5 minutes. I think he tried his hardest to not fall for my charm and sexiness (yeah, right) but he failed. Actually, I did not even think he had a thing for me as I am not a sexy beast. Even when he kept saying how much he is into my body and stuff, I still thought he was pulling my leg. All because he said that he did not wanna fool around.
Yeah. Right. Most of what he said can be thrown out the window. Like the whole not wanting to fool around thing. And not kissing anyone who he just met. Also not bottoming for anyone else except for the husband. *wink, wink*
He’s the only guy that has seen all aspect of my life. My good friends. My work friends. My bad singing. My mediocre bowling. My liking shoot-em-up arcades. My cooking. My competitiveness when it comes to boardgames. My movies. My DOA gaming. Okay, okay, except for family and blogging. He wanted to read this blog but I did not give him the URL. He’s already been exposed to so much. Not even ESS has been exposed to all that. ESS has the blog though so I want ESS alone to have that.
One thing that kinda ticked me off was the presumptuousness of him. No, he’s not arrogant. Only a little bit. Especially when it comes to feelings. He seemed to think that I was jealous when he was speaking to my friend. Oh come on. I so was not jealous. At all. I am far prettier. I am not worried about losing him to that friend. Heheheh.
He told me that he knows that I was jealous. I so did not want to burst his bubble. I let him think that. If he were ESS, that friend would have been admitted to the emergency ward on account of multiple scratches and loss of hair and scalp.
We’re just friends, who happened to be flirty and got jiggy with it. I am not really one to fall so easily, unless it’s ESS. Hehehehe. Also, I have ESS already. Come on! Sigh.
Speaking of, ESS basically left me alone all weekend long. So as to not disturb my romantic weekend. Romantic my ass. I am off the market. This grade-A sirloin is not for sale anymore.
I was a little sad and frustrated. It seemed like ESS did not even care that I was spending that much intimate time with the guy. Who knows what could happen eh? If the shoes were on the other feet, I would have interrupted them many, many times, just to remind him that he has a loving boyfriend and that he should just get it on, instead of getting lovey dovey.
That being said, I have to confess that I like the guy. I like the fact that I could take him to hang out with my friends without the world ending. I like the fact that he is not opposed to a civil union. I also like the guy was not exactly shy when showing his affections for me in public, discreetly of course, and in front of my friends. Some of my friends actually thought that ESS and I were history and that Melaka Guy was my new boyfriend. WTF?!
I also confess that I kinda told the guy that I like him. Of course, this was after the guy told me he liked me. Do I love him? No. I love ESS. Care? I guess I do care about him a little. But do I want a ring from him? Nope. Do I foresee anything more than just friends with benefits? No. He did say he doesn’t mind that my friends thought of him as my boyfriend. I mind. My boyfriend is in L*m*t. End of story.
I had known this guy for a year now. He finally asked if he could come to KL to meet up with me. It’s not like I have anything or anyone better to do so I agreed to play hostess.
It had been raining pussies and bitches when I got done with my interview. I was soaking wet when I arrived in Times Square. But I was not worried. It’s not like I really need to impress Melaka Guy or anything. My heart belonged to another. Yes, Melaka Guy was told of ESS’ existence. Melaka Guy also has a husband. And a boyfriend. Yup, two of them. Now, before I continue and before people pass judgment and think that we are just two cheating scums, let me remind people that I am in an open relationship and ESS has said that he did not mind. I don’t know about Melaka Guy’s guys though. Hmmm.
While we were there, we decided to catch The Reaping. Pretty good. Hilary Swank was kinda channeling Jennifer Garner’s Sydney Bristow at times. I think the movie’s twist was the thing that saved it from slight mediocrity.
Anyways, he kept insisting, before we actually met, that this is just a social visit. A friendly visit. He just wanted to finally meet up after one year of online acquaintancing. So, guess who made the first move when we went in the cinema? No! Not me! It was him. But when I wanted to reciprocate, he pushed my hands away. Tease much?
When we got back to my place, he kept his distance. So I figured he was honoring what he said and he had a lapse of judgment in the cinema, for about 5 minutes. I think he tried his hardest to not fall for my charm and sexiness (yeah, right) but he failed. Actually, I did not even think he had a thing for me as I am not a sexy beast. Even when he kept saying how much he is into my body and stuff, I still thought he was pulling my leg. All because he said that he did not wanna fool around.
Yeah. Right. Most of what he said can be thrown out the window. Like the whole not wanting to fool around thing. And not kissing anyone who he just met. Also not bottoming for anyone else except for the husband. *wink, wink*
He’s the only guy that has seen all aspect of my life. My good friends. My work friends. My bad singing. My mediocre bowling. My liking shoot-em-up arcades. My cooking. My competitiveness when it comes to boardgames. My movies. My DOA gaming. Okay, okay, except for family and blogging. He wanted to read this blog but I did not give him the URL. He’s already been exposed to so much. Not even ESS has been exposed to all that. ESS has the blog though so I want ESS alone to have that.
One thing that kinda ticked me off was the presumptuousness of him. No, he’s not arrogant. Only a little bit. Especially when it comes to feelings. He seemed to think that I was jealous when he was speaking to my friend. Oh come on. I so was not jealous. At all. I am far prettier. I am not worried about losing him to that friend. Heheheh.
He told me that he knows that I was jealous. I so did not want to burst his bubble. I let him think that. If he were ESS, that friend would have been admitted to the emergency ward on account of multiple scratches and loss of hair and scalp.
We’re just friends, who happened to be flirty and got jiggy with it. I am not really one to fall so easily, unless it’s ESS. Hehehehe. Also, I have ESS already. Come on! Sigh.
Speaking of, ESS basically left me alone all weekend long. So as to not disturb my romantic weekend. Romantic my ass. I am off the market. This grade-A sirloin is not for sale anymore.
I was a little sad and frustrated. It seemed like ESS did not even care that I was spending that much intimate time with the guy. Who knows what could happen eh? If the shoes were on the other feet, I would have interrupted them many, many times, just to remind him that he has a loving boyfriend and that he should just get it on, instead of getting lovey dovey.
That being said, I have to confess that I like the guy. I like the fact that I could take him to hang out with my friends without the world ending. I like the fact that he is not opposed to a civil union. I also like the guy was not exactly shy when showing his affections for me in public, discreetly of course, and in front of my friends. Some of my friends actually thought that ESS and I were history and that Melaka Guy was my new boyfriend. WTF?!
I also confess that I kinda told the guy that I like him. Of course, this was after the guy told me he liked me. Do I love him? No. I love ESS. Care? I guess I do care about him a little. But do I want a ring from him? Nope. Do I foresee anything more than just friends with benefits? No. He did say he doesn’t mind that my friends thought of him as my boyfriend. I mind. My boyfriend is in L*m*t. End of story.
Friday, April 6, 2007
Phases
I am in Times Square right now, waiting fr ESS to show. We're going to watch Jangan Pandang Belakang. It's been like a tradition or a must for us to meet up and watch a Malay horror movie. Our first date, we watched Puaka Tebing Biru, then we caught Chermin. Now, it's Jangan Pandang Belakang.
ESS is in town only for the night. He is stopping by on his way back to his hometown for his brother's engagement or wedding or something that I totally spaced right about now. So sad, only getting to see him for one night. *turns on Jennifer Hudson mode* "One night only... one night only... that's all we have..." I so can't pull of that afro/helmet thingy that she was sportin'. Sigh.
Anyways, I asked ESS several times about that thing that he wrote, which I thought was dedicated to me but now I am not so sure coz it could be directed to anyone. He is totally non-committal and gave me the run-around. There are a few things I think is happening here.
If he did write that with me in mind, then yay! But what's with the cryptic and utter refusal to answer me straight? Although I understood why he could not answer straight, it's coz he is gay, muahahahhaha. Anyways, methinks someone's having the case of the nerves and don't really wanna commit, or at least verbalize the commitment because he'd been hurt before (and subsequently blamed for the failed relationship). Either that, or he has the ego the size of One Utama and would never admit his feelings before the other person admits it first. Hmmm. I think it's the latter. Classic chaser syndrome.
If he did not write it with me in mind, then I am in deep shit. I've already emotionally invested in this relationship. Not too mention monetary. Oh. My. God. Do you know how much our combined total phone bill came up to last month? Jennifer Lopez was totally lying. Love does cost. (Thanks to Teddy from teddytales) for the pop culture reference).
Oh well. I am not gonna let this bother me. Nor the ominous prediction/dire warning that I received from Prof Karen Walker (which kinda bothered ESS and I think he got a bit upset, the poor guy). I am sticking to my man no matter what. Or at least until he finds The One that he is seeking (or he already has, judging from the criptic post) and drops me like a ton of bricks. Hence his ringtone is now Stickwitu by the awesome Pussycat Dolls.
"Nobody's gonna love me better, I must stick wit u forever. Nobody's gonna take me higher. I must stick wit u. You know how to appreciate me, I must stick wit u my baby. Nobody ever make me feel this way, I must stick wit u."
P/S - Somehow, the vision of me wearing tight, ripped clothing with animal prints seemed so wrong also. Hmm, is there anything I could rock? Sigh.
ESS is in town only for the night. He is stopping by on his way back to his hometown for his brother's engagement or wedding or something that I totally spaced right about now. So sad, only getting to see him for one night. *turns on Jennifer Hudson mode* "One night only... one night only... that's all we have..." I so can't pull of that afro/helmet thingy that she was sportin'. Sigh.
Anyways, I asked ESS several times about that thing that he wrote, which I thought was dedicated to me but now I am not so sure coz it could be directed to anyone. He is totally non-committal and gave me the run-around. There are a few things I think is happening here.
If he did write that with me in mind, then yay! But what's with the cryptic and utter refusal to answer me straight? Although I understood why he could not answer straight, it's coz he is gay, muahahahhaha. Anyways, methinks someone's having the case of the nerves and don't really wanna commit, or at least verbalize the commitment because he'd been hurt before (and subsequently blamed for the failed relationship). Either that, or he has the ego the size of One Utama and would never admit his feelings before the other person admits it first. Hmmm. I think it's the latter. Classic chaser syndrome.
If he did not write it with me in mind, then I am in deep shit. I've already emotionally invested in this relationship. Not too mention monetary. Oh. My. God. Do you know how much our combined total phone bill came up to last month? Jennifer Lopez was totally lying. Love does cost. (Thanks to Teddy from teddytales) for the pop culture reference).
Oh well. I am not gonna let this bother me. Nor the ominous prediction/dire warning that I received from Prof Karen Walker (which kinda bothered ESS and I think he got a bit upset, the poor guy). I am sticking to my man no matter what. Or at least until he finds The One that he is seeking (or he already has, judging from the criptic post) and drops me like a ton of bricks. Hence his ringtone is now Stickwitu by the awesome Pussycat Dolls.
"Nobody's gonna love me better, I must stick wit u forever. Nobody's gonna take me higher. I must stick wit u. You know how to appreciate me, I must stick wit u my baby. Nobody ever make me feel this way, I must stick wit u."
P/S - Somehow, the vision of me wearing tight, ripped clothing with animal prints seemed so wrong also. Hmm, is there anything I could rock? Sigh.
Monday, March 26, 2007
The Dark Age
Other than one minor detail that is pissing me off to no end, the weekend was great! Despite the fact that I am jobless. Obviously. Anyways, the Emotional Support Spouse (new name for Navy Guy, fitting ain't it?) was in town since Friday night.
We met in Times Square and had dinner at Johnny's Steamboat, which was our first date restaurant. Okay, maybe not the actual first date. Our actual first date was... man, it's complicated. Anyways, I'm making an executive decision and call Johnny's as our first dinner/date. So it was fitting that we went to Johnny's for our first time out as a betrothed couple.
Then we saw Chermin, featuring Deanna Yusuf in her first role in like 10 years or so. It was kinda okay, not really as scary as the other horror movies. Maybe coz the scare factor in the movie is gorgeous Deanna. So not the scary. But quite a good movie. Hmm, methinks it's a trend now for us. Always watching horror movies. Malay horror movies. Am not complaining. Now I got me a buddy to watch em with! Yay!
Any event, we went for a karaoke session in Imbi the next day, where he forced me to sing in high Ning Baizura notes (which attributed to my sore throat and raspy voice today). We also went clubbing Saturday Night at Nuskool in Melia Hotel. These also seem to be the trend with us.
Okay, now for the nitty gritty. The first night we spent as a betrothed couple. Get your minds out of the gutter, people! Remember, open relationship with no sex here. I found out quite a few things about ESS:
1. He kicks in his sleep. My feet. The foot of the bed. Teddy's DVDs. Oops, sorry Teddy. They're still good. Swear to God.
2. He crosses his legs in his sleep. Like me. I have been told by people that I do that in my sleep and ESS does that too.
3. He is a cuddly sleeper. He likes to cuddle. I was pleasantly surprised. He fell asleep before I did. He was snoring away like there was no tomorrow. I moved closer to him and rested one shoulder onto his shoulder. For a while. When I moved away to be on my side, he jumped across the gap between us and landed half his body on top of mine. He did that the whole night! Swear to God! As soon as I try to adjust my body to the weight on top of me (so that blood could circulate), he gave room a bit for me. When I started to shift my position, a foot would come flying to me. Or his arm. Or his butt. Yup, you read right. A few times he smacked me with his butt. Speaking of which, something naughty happened during this time also. I was quite shocked. Quite taken back. Quite turned on. It was so unexpected. So nice. So weird. Coz ESS was sleeping soundly. I think he was dreaming of that cute daddy at the bowling alley in Times Square. Heck, I am not complaining. Hehehhe. (p/s - if ESS asks any of you, tell him I said nothing about this and hopefully he won't understand what I've written coz he warned me not to tell anyone. I am not telling yeah? Just hinting but I know most of you can guess what happened. Yum-my)
4. He is hot. Am not saying this just coz he might be reading or to appease him. It's a fact. A lot of people told me that he is very good looking. Um, this next statement might sound a little shallow... I bagged me a pretty one! Yay! Does this mean I am pretty too? Hmm, I don't think so. Oh, crap. Now I wonder why he is with me. Such ugliness as opposed to his prettiness. Everyone, from girls to guys to fags to slims to chubs, they all lusted after him. Makan hati mak tau! Huhuhu. Guess that's the price you pay when you marry someone a hell lot hotter than you. Sigh. I don't wanna flaunt the relationship and the matching rings that we're wearing (yup, I got us some bling. Okay, cheap bling. Okay, so not the bling. Temporary rings. Not silver with a rock embedded in it. I am unemployed! Cut me some slack), but people are just flirting with him left and right. I had half a mind to leave the club and just go home but I stuck it out in the end. Sigh.
5. He is quite adventurous when it comes to food, unlike some Malays I know. He can eat at all my favorite restaurants and likes whatever I put into his mouth. Food. Beverage. Not that thing... oh forget it...
6. He loves me. Or at least I think he does. I hope he does. People were throwing themselves at him but in the end, he comes back to me. Of course, when he's back at work in L*m*t, I would never know what or who he does. But then again, I also have my fair share of sexcapades here in KL yeah? Hehhehe.
We met in Times Square and had dinner at Johnny's Steamboat, which was our first date restaurant. Okay, maybe not the actual first date. Our actual first date was... man, it's complicated. Anyways, I'm making an executive decision and call Johnny's as our first dinner/date. So it was fitting that we went to Johnny's for our first time out as a betrothed couple.
Then we saw Chermin, featuring Deanna Yusuf in her first role in like 10 years or so. It was kinda okay, not really as scary as the other horror movies. Maybe coz the scare factor in the movie is gorgeous Deanna. So not the scary. But quite a good movie. Hmm, methinks it's a trend now for us. Always watching horror movies. Malay horror movies. Am not complaining. Now I got me a buddy to watch em with! Yay!
Any event, we went for a karaoke session in Imbi the next day, where he forced me to sing in high Ning Baizura notes (which attributed to my sore throat and raspy voice today). We also went clubbing Saturday Night at Nuskool in Melia Hotel. These also seem to be the trend with us.
Okay, now for the nitty gritty. The first night we spent as a betrothed couple. Get your minds out of the gutter, people! Remember, open relationship with no sex here. I found out quite a few things about ESS:
1. He kicks in his sleep. My feet. The foot of the bed. Teddy's DVDs. Oops, sorry Teddy. They're still good. Swear to God.
2. He crosses his legs in his sleep. Like me. I have been told by people that I do that in my sleep and ESS does that too.
3. He is a cuddly sleeper. He likes to cuddle. I was pleasantly surprised. He fell asleep before I did. He was snoring away like there was no tomorrow. I moved closer to him and rested one shoulder onto his shoulder. For a while. When I moved away to be on my side, he jumped across the gap between us and landed half his body on top of mine. He did that the whole night! Swear to God! As soon as I try to adjust my body to the weight on top of me (so that blood could circulate), he gave room a bit for me. When I started to shift my position, a foot would come flying to me. Or his arm. Or his butt. Yup, you read right. A few times he smacked me with his butt. Speaking of which, something naughty happened during this time also. I was quite shocked. Quite taken back. Quite turned on. It was so unexpected. So nice. So weird. Coz ESS was sleeping soundly. I think he was dreaming of that cute daddy at the bowling alley in Times Square. Heck, I am not complaining. Hehehhe. (p/s - if ESS asks any of you, tell him I said nothing about this and hopefully he won't understand what I've written coz he warned me not to tell anyone. I am not telling yeah? Just hinting but I know most of you can guess what happened. Yum-my)
4. He is hot. Am not saying this just coz he might be reading or to appease him. It's a fact. A lot of people told me that he is very good looking. Um, this next statement might sound a little shallow... I bagged me a pretty one! Yay! Does this mean I am pretty too? Hmm, I don't think so. Oh, crap. Now I wonder why he is with me. Such ugliness as opposed to his prettiness. Everyone, from girls to guys to fags to slims to chubs, they all lusted after him. Makan hati mak tau! Huhuhu. Guess that's the price you pay when you marry someone a hell lot hotter than you. Sigh. I don't wanna flaunt the relationship and the matching rings that we're wearing (yup, I got us some bling. Okay, cheap bling. Okay, so not the bling. Temporary rings. Not silver with a rock embedded in it. I am unemployed! Cut me some slack), but people are just flirting with him left and right. I had half a mind to leave the club and just go home but I stuck it out in the end. Sigh.
5. He is quite adventurous when it comes to food, unlike some Malays I know. He can eat at all my favorite restaurants and likes whatever I put into his mouth. Food. Beverage. Not that thing... oh forget it...
6. He loves me. Or at least I think he does. I hope he does. People were throwing themselves at him but in the end, he comes back to me. Of course, when he's back at work in L*m*t, I would never know what or who he does. But then again, I also have my fair share of sexcapades here in KL yeah? Hehhehe.
Monday, February 5, 2007
Teacher's Pet
I dunno why I bother but I went on a date about two weeks ago. I have met him before, when he was seeing one of my friends. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), it did not work out for them.
So my date, Navy Guy, is single. We chatted online and he said he might come by KL and spend a few days. I did not really thought about it much since I was far, far busy with work. Plus, I have a wedding to go and my whole family was driving up to KL. So I thought I won’t be able to have a life that weekend.
But NG SMSed me and asked if I was free to meet him. I snatched the opportunity immediately and went to meet him. It was a good date. At least I thought so. We kept in touch. He’s having problems with the one he is seeing right now. I tried broaching the subject of me and him dating but he completely shot me down. In a nice, beating round the bush way.
I knew his type was the older, more matured guys so I was just taking a chance and put my heart on my sleeve. The gamble did not pay off. I am a little sad. But it’s not like I’ve emotionally invested in this thing right?
The one he is seeing right now is totally ignoring him and taking him for granted but yet, he is still hanging on to him. How stupid is this guy? A hot, nice, cute, tall, sexy man wants him and he pushes them away. People like me have to completely suffer just to get the attention of one of them but these people just brush them off. What is wrong with this world?
Anyways, I have had it. Too many rejections. I am simply not good enough to be with anybody. I don’t really feel bad. I guess I have accepted my place. That I am destined to forever be the good friends, the one they seek to bitch and complain about the men they are seeing. Sigh.
So my date, Navy Guy, is single. We chatted online and he said he might come by KL and spend a few days. I did not really thought about it much since I was far, far busy with work. Plus, I have a wedding to go and my whole family was driving up to KL. So I thought I won’t be able to have a life that weekend.
But NG SMSed me and asked if I was free to meet him. I snatched the opportunity immediately and went to meet him. It was a good date. At least I thought so. We kept in touch. He’s having problems with the one he is seeing right now. I tried broaching the subject of me and him dating but he completely shot me down. In a nice, beating round the bush way.
I knew his type was the older, more matured guys so I was just taking a chance and put my heart on my sleeve. The gamble did not pay off. I am a little sad. But it’s not like I’ve emotionally invested in this thing right?
The one he is seeing right now is totally ignoring him and taking him for granted but yet, he is still hanging on to him. How stupid is this guy? A hot, nice, cute, tall, sexy man wants him and he pushes them away. People like me have to completely suffer just to get the attention of one of them but these people just brush them off. What is wrong with this world?
Anyways, I have had it. Too many rejections. I am simply not good enough to be with anybody. I don’t really feel bad. I guess I have accepted my place. That I am destined to forever be the good friends, the one they seek to bitch and complain about the men they are seeing. Sigh.
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