Special People8 July, 2007
Funny how I loved someone who was not exactly the most good looking guy around. He’s unhealthily lean, pale, have a perpetual 5 o’clock shadow on his face. His hairstyle is typical shaggy ala Scooby Doo, and damn hairy legs. Plus, he’s childish, commitment-phobic, emotionally distant and financially unstable. He’s shaggy. Typical shaggy type guy.
Quite a match, considering how useless and hopeless I am nowadays.
I asked him wad he did everyday, he said sleep. Sleep! I said, “You have no freaking urge meh?!” He just laughed it off. Turning gay already he joked, that’s why he wants to work in London. Massive gay pride over there. I cannot believe I initiated the option of an open relationship in my drunken ramblings. And when I’m drunk around him, I either joke around crudely like one of the boys or become too dead serious/quiet. Which state was I in then?
Why can he never look at me in the eyes? He’s was avoiding eye contact, somewhat shifty. It’s so funny you know, yesterday was really like a full circle. I made him drive the van, which looks the same as before, with the ’sex bomb’ toy still hanging from the mirror. He drove around looking for a 24hr place. He hates the North side, he exclaimed. He can never figure out where he’s heading to. We popped into one of the kopitiam for a drink, just like last time. The bright lights hurts my eyes. I spotted the pink lighter and I remember how I once made him buy a pink one, just because I said “给他那个pink colour的”.
He’s so cruel. He told me to, “Move on… move on.” I’m really just not good enough right?
I shameless asked for a parting hug, “…because I am a sad person today leh.” It was a friendly friend pat pat on the back type. For god’s sake, I have nice boobs lorh.
“When you finally got a boyfriend, let me know.” He laughed heartily upon hearing.
I left a message and thanked him for his time, “…I will learn to move on… even though you’re still the one with the biggest dick.”
“just kidding.”
Class 95 was on again. I wonder if he realized Alicia Keys was singing if I ain’t got you. Or did he want me to hear that Phil Collins says that we live separate lives.
He wouldn’t take what’s left of me.
