the textual siege.

pretty entertaining stuff here about bad dates that are guaranteed to make you cringe and grimace.

and of course, while i love nothing more than being a voyeur to other people's misfortunes, i couldn't help but be reminded of my very own FML episodes, albeit having to dig rather deep into the archives. i hasten to clarify though that digging deep is required not because i've been on too many dates but because i haven't been on the market for a while now.

horror date no. 1 was with someone, let's call him ILMSFM or just J.

we met through mutual friends randomly, hung out together once and had hit it off reasonably well, well enough to exchange messages on friendster [yes it was that long ago] and then take it to msn. very simply, he asked me out to dinner and i accepted. i must say, that i accepted because at 17 or 18, it was more common to meet men first by their crotches saying hi to your ass first when they try the bump n grind routine at whichever club your weekly jaunt is at, than articulate, well-spoken older men who already have a good job [and in the creative industry too]. dinner, i still remember, was at the old Marche at heeren which was fine. the horror started the moment we sat down because my friends, he just could not stop talking about himself. with the monologe, its a wonder how we managed to get out of marche before closing time because i don't recall him having have time to eat. stupidly, i agreed to having tea and dessert nearby where of course, he continued his monologue. i know this is rich, coming from a blogger, but cmon, i could hardly get a word in the whole evening. needless to say, i declined all future invitations to dinner and was most happy when he moved to another SEAsian country for work. where he still managed to prattle on about his life and his apartment on msn before i blocked and deleted him.

by the way, ILMSFM just stands for I Love Myself So Fucking Much.

ok i have to cut short my story telling because i drank coffee that was too strong and now i'm having heart palpitations and the jitters but i have to say, for all the bad dates i've been on, i've been lucky to be on more better ones.

the best ones i've had happened with the person i'm with now and they were the simplest ones with a touch of awkward lingering in the air, easy and enjoyable conversation and doing things like watching two movies with tea and dessert in between to prolong the night, an unspoken hesitance to part and a flurry of smses in the seperate cabs home. i would give anything to revive that simple happiness that seems so fleeting.