Cheap Thrill & A Cheaper One
I didn't see him yesterday or the day before. Just when I was walking along the corridor and opening the door to the ladies, and thinking (yes, I am a darn good multi-tasker), shucks, have used up my crush karma, someone made a sound behind me (some ah beng sound or clearing throat sound) and voila it’s him. I said hi, he said hi, and I quickly dived behind the door. I am shy, and coy like that.
Something strange happened last evening though. And it’s a sobering reminder of never say never. Imagine my surprise when I was given a liaison officer contact for work and saw a name of a person that I was once very familiar with. But time is a great neutraliser, or rather, equaliser of emotions. And I guess it’s telling when I emailed my colleague who passed the contact: Goodness, XX was like my best friend during Lit Hons year. I can safely say I won’t have completed my thesis without him! – that it’s bridge over troubled waters and only the good stuff has been left behind.
This man, by sheer virtue/vice of his audacity, stays the only man in recent years who has asked the right questions and received the wrong replies. I give him credit for the former and take credit for the latter. Ahhh, entries like this and this indicate I must once have been very angry and very hurt. Thankfully, years later, I am freed from such pettiness and can be generously sentimental about how life makes our paths cross again.
So I called from the office to break the years of non-communication first and we chatted for a while. With him, it was just too easy to settle into a familiar rhythm since we excel at nuances, guises and mind-reading (at least before we fell out), We both held up well and I believe there was genuine pleasure on both sides derived from the short exchange. He probably lost out only in the final moment. I told him to send my regards to his wife (We used to all belong to the same Lit circle) and asked how they were doing. We are doing well, he said and capped it. I am not sure if it was my feelings he was considering for such a vague reply, considering she is heavily pregnant and he is gonna be a first-time dad very soon. But that ended the conversation rather unnaturally.
I am pleased as pie to be single, available and flirtatious, with no kids.
Back to my current cheap thrill, he looks very good in a crisp white shirt and jeans today. He looks casually expensive and I will take it.
Something strange happened last evening though. And it’s a sobering reminder of never say never. Imagine my surprise when I was given a liaison officer contact for work and saw a name of a person that I was once very familiar with. But time is a great neutraliser, or rather, equaliser of emotions. And I guess it’s telling when I emailed my colleague who passed the contact: Goodness, XX was like my best friend during Lit Hons year. I can safely say I won’t have completed my thesis without him! – that it’s bridge over troubled waters and only the good stuff has been left behind.
This man, by sheer virtue/vice of his audacity, stays the only man in recent years who has asked the right questions and received the wrong replies. I give him credit for the former and take credit for the latter. Ahhh, entries like this and this indicate I must once have been very angry and very hurt. Thankfully, years later, I am freed from such pettiness and can be generously sentimental about how life makes our paths cross again.
So I called from the office to break the years of non-communication first and we chatted for a while. With him, it was just too easy to settle into a familiar rhythm since we excel at nuances, guises and mind-reading (at least before we fell out), We both held up well and I believe there was genuine pleasure on both sides derived from the short exchange. He probably lost out only in the final moment. I told him to send my regards to his wife (We used to all belong to the same Lit circle) and asked how they were doing. We are doing well, he said and capped it. I am not sure if it was my feelings he was considering for such a vague reply, considering she is heavily pregnant and he is gonna be a first-time dad very soon. But that ended the conversation rather unnaturally.
I am pleased as pie to be single, available and flirtatious, with no kids.
Back to my current cheap thrill, he looks very good in a crisp white shirt and jeans today. He looks casually expensive and I will take it.
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