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dear mr & mrs bloggie…

 

Brace yourself for what I am about to tell you is based on a true story and by the looks of it, one ought to prepare some tissue paper. *breathes in breathes out*

 

There once was a girl who… ack who am I kidding?!

 

Ladies and gentlemen, I dunno how to date again!

 

There, I said it. Gawd, shoot me lah now.

 

Seriously, I totally forgot how to. Having affairs, now they’re easy peasy. Your role is to play the coquette woman. But when it comes to courtship, how does one act or behave? Or do?

 

Four years with Fly had made me incapable of becoming another’s date. I was so used to having decisions made for me or me ordering around that I have no idea what is appropriate any longer.

 

So far, my four dates with FOTM were all disastrous. And I beg you to take this literally.

 

Take the first date, for instance. What was supposed to be a romantic night took a different turn altogether.

 

Started off quite safely with a Karaoke session with Anna. We warmed up a bit. Right after Anna left, we decided to head down to Marina to watch the fireworks. Unfortunately we only managed to catch ‘em when we were at the expressway. In all honesty, I thought it was pretty enchanting. A sweet entrance to dating, likely. After a few snap shots, we made our way to his workplace. Now that rocked. He may not be my Architect but I was not in the least bit disappointed for I must say his job was one of our common interests. Phew. The visit was much appreciated.

 

Then everything after that just went downhill. An hour plus plus plus was how long it took for us to roam round and round just to get ourselves dinner. By then, both of us were half-dead. Because it was National Day, everywhere was jam packed. I could safely say patience was instilled in me in abundance (a whole lot) that day.

 

Calmly, I told him let’s just go McDonalds at West Coast Park. (!!!) Yes, I suggested the stated. Dejected that he couldn’t impress me, we rode there with slumped shoulders.  Gosh, now that, THAT was the day.

 

Feeling sayang-sayang, I fed him McFlurry. Ehem. It was supposed to be romantic lah. With no help from the cupid’s arrow, *looks up to heaven clouds* I managed to soil his pants with my ice-cream. *smacks forehead* Nicely done too. Since we were heading towards the playground (yes, WTH!), we couldn’t find a tissue hence dear FOTM ended up wiping his pants with his receipt, paper in hand.

 

Now if that defines romantic, I don’t wanna imagine the otherwise. Nah uh.

 

The second date was none the wiser. As goes for the third, and for the forth. The fun just keeps on going lah. Gah!

 

Just look at that face. Smile pun tak nak! Pffffft!!!

 

It’s ironic how we wanted to impress each other but turned out to be a whole lot of disaster. Having to face a breakup himself, FOTM knew zero about pursuits. How talking on the phone animatedly could make us mute on our dates is still a wonder to me. We were that boring. Wait, He not me. Damn you.

 

Elaborating my ”fairytale” story would lose its peak (forgive my pun) and that would be unwise.

 

Therefore let’s just all hope and pray the next one is better. I dare not imagine. Pray tell, will my next entry be interesting or lack thereof?

 

*(-_-) to FOTM*

 

Me so sad sad lor.

 

Glad that I am born a female, (thank you X chromosomes), I did what every woman does when she’s all miserable. Met the girls and helped herself to some retail therapy and boy it was good. Therefore in the end, I went home a happy girl.

 

 

The end.

 

cinta

fasyalba

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