The Non-Date Date

The Wednesday was spent leisurely and indulgently in the companionship of Mr Dimples whom I have not seen for months. Since we were both on leave, he proposed that car and chauffeur were at my easy disposal from 10am. Headed to his favourite (and original) Katong Laksa haunt first for breakfast and then it was off to Orchard to window shop at the miscellaneous branded boutiques for fun. The main (and only real) agenda was to check out the iPod promotions and I suspect I might finally buy it this time round after years of second, third, fourth (and so on) thoughts. Went to Island Creamery and Hooked! in that order in the evening for major decadent pigging out. He paid for everything and I only managed to contribute my money to the Subway sandwiches. Sigh.

While I’m trying hard to see Mr Dimples as The Platonic Good Friend, I can’t help but do the meta-analysis thing when we hang out. Can we please get this out of the way? Argh, just get a girlfriend or something and we can be truly platonic. So that when the Apple salesman goes, are you buying it for her? Or you buying for him (to me)? We can afford not to be silenced and silent. What’s the point of smiling in this context? Really, you tell me.

12 hours of enjoyable company and we are still at square one. Why?