Two Weddings & A Walk

It would be my first time seeing Mr Dimples after more than three months of absence (discounting phone calls and smses and msgs on Facebook) because of the wedding. While I din exactly take pains to look pretty, I’m glad it was a good hair day and I manage to look nice rather effortlessly in an emerald silk dress with French lace. I knew the bride had invited him and the partner, and, just in case I had to be introduced, at least, well, you know – it’s a damn girly thing to pre-empt and be somewhat prepared lah. And of course things didn’t happen that way.

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Instead, I bumped into his buddy at the cocktail reception first and that’s when everything started accelerating to a blur. Then I saw the bride, my good friend (and one of my oldest), just a few steps away and hugged her. Then there’s Minxiu to talk to right after that. After a while, I felt a pair of eyes on me. Tilting my gaze, I saw Mr Dimples, a glass of red wine in hand, looking straight at me. He was alone. When Minxiu had to rush off for his emcee duties, it was just Mr Dimples and me. And obviously, we just picked up where we left off with nary a missed beat. I think his joy at seeing me again is quite palpable (since I’m probably the most exciting thing he has come across in his life :P). Still, I’m cautious, and relieved, when his buddy joined us very soon. But the inevitable awkward moment still popped in.

Buddy: Hey, it must have been a long time since I met you. The last time was when you, Mr Dimples, *another guy buddy* and I were supper-ing at the Hong Kong café, right. I forgot why the four of us could come together at that late hour. Amazing hor.

Mr Dimples and I: ……

Actually, I do remember, but why perpetuate the past when it’s no longer relevant to the occasion.

So I changed topic by being tempestuous and told Mr Dimples off for not calling me to offer a ride since he was attending the wedding alone. I paid $30 bucks for the cab fare and would gladly give him half of that. Something to that effect lah, and we all laughed.

Then Minchao walked over and I squealed ‘cos we were so colour-coordinated without intending. Naturally, I whipped out a camera and requested Mr Dimples to help us take a photo. Obviously, erm, I ended up having one with Mr Dimples too (I know, like WTF!)

Then someone shooed us into the ballroom. We were the earliest to be seated at side by side tables. I was at a separate table from the two and sadly, my table had no one yet. Minchao has abandoned me too as she’s the other emcee.

Mr Dimples (found to be suddenly standing behind me): Why are you standing and looking at the menu?

Me: The menu is a prop to hide my horror at the lone person at my table as I stand to survey the other people at other tables.

Mr Dimples: Come sit with us lah.

And there I remained, chatting with him, till my original table was filled with people I know.

Fast forward, at the end of the banquet, Mr Dimples made an obvious big detour to walk with me as we waited in line to offer bride and groom our last congratulations and hugs for the night. So while waiting for our turn, I wished him an early birthday which is on the coming Monday. He asked what I have for him. As his last sms to me was something on thriftiness, I continued the thread (trend?) and say he could choose from having a cheap present, a cheap meal or a cheaper present + cheaper meal combined for the overall still-cheap. He said he wanted a birthday song – and I was like ? Anyway, I said sure, whenever you are free, just let me know. And he said: Saturdays are reserved for my girlfriend, but I’m usually free on Sundays.

Well.

Well.

WelL, then we said good-bye ‘cos he’s meeting his girlfriend at Clark Quay, and I have my girlfriends to go home with.

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My favourite conversation for the night:

Minxiu (after seeing me with Mr Dimples): Why are you not sitting with Mr Dimples?

Me: Because I want to sit with you.

Minxiu: But I wouldn’t be around that often ‘cos I’m hosting (or something like that).

Me: I will wait for you.

*a short while later*

Minxiu (while the two of us were whoring for the camera): Why are you not sitting with Mr Dimples?

Me: Because you are the one I like.

Well.

With that, I bring to a temporary closure to this entry. The other wedding and walk are TBC.