Random Musings
Last night a friend of mine told me I am prone to attracting rich/ good looking guys (maybe that's my talent), but somehow, never end up with them after a few strides.
Few years back, I met a guy who owned a Chevrolet and a curry factory. He was crazy about me, brought me to Lunar Bar and took me to Poppy's. He bought me expensive deep water pearls (sadly I wasn't a fan of pearls), I was genuinely touched by his sincerity but not wanting to lead him further, I told him that it wasn't going to work. I wished him all the best and now - he's deeply in love with his girlfriend. What I did to him was cruel, but I am sure he wouldn't trade anything for his current happiness.
Surely, the prospect of getting married to a rich guy was so tempting. But at that time, I was idealistic, I believed in Chemistry. I believe in a guy who will sweep me off my feet. I needed sparks. Who cares about money?
Some time later, again at Poppy's (lao di fang), a guy came to tumpang my table while my friends were busy dancing. We started hanging out at my favourite place, the Curve, we drank Starbucks, we watched Platinum class movies together, he brought me to Alexis, we celebrated Valentine's Day together. And then he told me, he was up to something big. For the few weeks that followed, I saw him on the CLEO magazine. He rose to his little stardom, became one of CLEO's 50 bachelors. And then I did not hear from him ever again.
And I don't understand why this Bachelor guy literally disappeared from my world, until a week ago, I met him at my dance studio party. I hadn't expected to see him there but he was there, alive and ready to rock the dance floor. I still couldn't understand.
Few days later at Little Havana, I met an old friend who had been in the same high school. Coincidentally, she was Bachelor guy's Tango partner. She asked me, "are you one of the girls he picked up?" So it was then I realised I had been "picked up". I just wanted an honest sincere friendship and not treated like the clothes that you can try out at the departmental store. It bruised my ego.
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All of a sudden, Jane Austen's Mansfield Park reminded me,
"Loving, guiding, protecting her, as he had always been doing ever since her being ten years old, her mind in so great a degree formed by his care, and her comfort depended on his kindness, an object so close and peculiar interest, dearer by his own importance with her than any one else at Mansfield what was there now to add, but he should learn to prefer soft light eyes to sparkling dark ones?"
In modern terms, what a girl wants, what a girl needs, is to be shown affection.
