bastards they are.

alright, although i'm dead tired, i'll do a quickie. (eh. quick blog post lah, what are you thinking???)

was working just now. ok, i was working as a liquor promoter at a certain pub called bongo in orchard towers. hey, it isn't that bad. ain't that sleazy, you know. ok, that's a lie.

anyway, halfway through my countless rounds of walking through the two-storeyed pub, i chatted with one of the customers. i mean like, DUH we have to be friendly, or at least act. otherwise, how are we gonna sell anything like that? [ok, i admit, i didn't sell anything at all. but that's beside the point.]

he's nice. or so, it seemed. we chatted for a long while. and i really mean a long while, probably like for 1 whole hour i was standing there chatting with him. i didn't ask how old he was. he's probably like 34. wah. that's like 12 years older than i am! haha. ok, back to story.

we had things in common - travel, food, wine and dine. let's just say that we both appreciate the finer things in life. he has loads to share, because he's constantly on business trips overseas. talking to him made me feel so much like as if we've been friends for ages, and it was really comfortable talking to him.

well, he did try to make it seem like he was young at heart, and not squarish like the other 2 colleagues that he was with. they all say that accountants are boring people. [oh, did i forget to mention that he's an accountant who used to lecture in ngee ann poly? hah!] in fact, after talking for a while, he did admit that he's a divorcee. i didn't ask about the kids bit though. but anyway, that's out of the question for now.

he invited me for supper. like DUH i have to wake up at 9am to go for my 30hr famine camp later. tempting...

him: "how about supper later? we seem to have lots of things in common."
me: "i don't know. i think if i were to go, my girlfriend (points at carol, my colleague) would also like to come along..."
him: "oh, she could come along as well. it doesn't matter how much you both eat actually. just eat to your heart's content!"
me: "uh..."
him: "we could go ritz carlton for supper. their supper is great there."
me (shocked): "ritz carlton???"
him: "or if you don't like ritz carlton, we could do shangri-la too."
me: "but i'm not properly dressed to go there. i'm too casually dressed..."
him: "it doesn't matter... i could send you home after that too."

hahaha. sorry honey, the race queen drove today. ;)

me (trying hard to find an excuse): "no no, i could take a cab back."
him: "really, i won't eat you up. i'll send your friend back as well."
me: "erm.. no guarantees, i'll let you know later after i've asked her alright?"
him: "sure. i'll be here until you finish work at 1."

i walk around to carol's side. discussed with carol, then concluded that "don't let the men here think that other than liquor, money can also buy other things."

SHE'S GOT A POINT!

i went back to vincent's table. [alamak. sounds like i'm talking to my dad?!] broke to him the news that we couldn't have supper together. he had the dejected look on his face. oh, but what the heck, he's old enough to be my dad. ah, ok, uncle at least.

kept asking for my number. but i only gave him the agency's number. DUH we cannot give our own numbers lah, silly. was quite tempted to give though. we seemed to have so many things in common. wierd that i could connect with someone so much older than me. geez, i must really start reading up on political stuff! oh well, but my lifestyle knowledge is good enough anyway. i've been through alot, remember?

you know, i really didn't care about him driving the cefiro (like it's just a 2 litre family car, no big flashy deal about it.), nor about him being a senior manager of assurance & advisory business services in ernst & young, nor about the fact that he's a fucking rich divorced bachelor. it's about being able to talk on the same frequency with someone.

at last, i find someone whom i can have an intellectually stimulating conversation with! how refreshing for a change. :)

ok, i'm not saying that the people that i usually mix around with are shallow. i'm only saying that for once, someone (older) actually thinks that i'm talking sense. screw the micro mini skirt that i was wearing. that has no connection alright. i was wearing shorts underneath that, anyway.

so yeah, so much for older men and me. i should change my taste. people like mr abracadesai just don't interest me anymore. yes, i changed his name to abracadeSAI. sounds more shitty this way. heh.

well, james, i'm taking into consideration what you said the other day we went out. the "type" of men that i used to like, just doesn't work for me anymore. (which explains my countless failed relationships...) it's always this fucking case with relationships and me. i don't trust relationships, marriage, or love, anymore.

i said i won't get married. mark my words. i'm a player in this game of love. don't fall in love with me, it'll only bring regrets. i don't trust men anymore. liars.