Ok i cheat. The following entry on Sept 8th was blogged by
mich cos i was too lazy to blog and she was too amused not to blog. Anyhow, I am putting it up and including my own current entry (Oct 17) so that you people can read it for yourselves and I won't have to repeat myself silly. enjoy :)
Sept 8:My friend SudahS, just had a very amusing encounter lately. She got introduced to this Ah Beng guy by her friends. Her friend then tries to fix them up by giving her number to this guy (without her knowledge).
The next day, SudahS gets smses from this guy, whom she barely knows, (in barely coherent english btw)...asking her out for a date. Initial reaction from SudahS are shrieks of "Ee-yer!!!!!". Then, SudahS gets furious at her friend because she is not interested in dating now, and furthermore, she can't even remember how the guy remotely looks like. All she CAN recall, is tt he was wearing pants. (Henceforth, the guy will be known as Mr Pants.)
SudahS calls up her friend demanding an explanation for the unneccessary mess she's in now. Her friend's reply "but he's a good catch what! He's from the national water polo team, check out his bod man! Somemore ah, he help his mother do housework leh!"
SudahS then sarcastically points out tt even psycho murderers might be involved in charity work/ help their mums do the washing. Perhaps these psychos could qualify as great 'catches' too? (This reminds me of how my mum often complains abt her single daughter being fussy with guys: "Why so fussy? Got job, don't drink, don't smoke can oredi what!" My mum certainly has high expectations for me. Ah, my sweet family!)
Anyway, SudahS's friend tries to clear up the mess and explain things to Mr Pants. Mr Pants calls/ smses to apologise for "being frightening....n not having enuff foresight" and to say that he hopes to meet her before she leaves for Australia. SudahS is amazed that the word 'foresight' is part of his vocab. Then she politely entertains him by agreeing.
Next day, it seems like Mr Pants still hasn't gotten the point. SudahS awakes to an sms that says 'Good morning PAL!'. A perplexed SudahS thinks "who's your freaking pal man???" But after calming down, SudahS moves beyond frustration, to a state of tickled amusement. She now secretly looks forward to Mr Pant's smses...just to laugh at the funny msges he sends.
At night, SudahS recounts the tale to Mich. Mich and SudahS roar in laughter over the amusing antics of Mr Pants, and her 'wonderful' friends who fix her up with 'cannot-make-it' guys. It just seems so 'Bridget Jones' doesn't it?Classic 'nightmares' in the dating scene. Hahaha! I think some of you might be able to identify.
My reply to her entrysudahSayang said...
Aiyah... mich, you make us sound like meanies.
ok, to be fair, I have no idea who Mr Pants is as a person (that has been clearly established by mich). For all I know, he MAY NOT be a serial killer (We may never find out).
In fact, he may be, just as my friend has described; ie a sweet, innocent, boy who helps mum with housework and who has a buff bod (ok mich, keep whatever comments at this juncture to self).
So Mr Pants, if you are reading this, it was simply bimbotic indulgence at the end of a loooong day. Please don't be offended.
In the meantime:I was not convinced.
Although there were redeeming qualities about him (he is Great with kids!!!- my soft spot...), I know he is not right for me. In the words of mich "there are other things to consider lor". FYI Mr Pants is Buddhist, and does not have a degree (it matters to him) and he makes pervy jokes (i am allergic to pervy jokes).
Friends have been squealing that he is hunk etc and the evolutionary drives of my PMS do not help matters. Nevertheless, I kept guarded and cautious and sent out all the negative signals as subtly as I could (sg is too small to make enemies and hey, he COULD still be a serial killer).
I have kept in touch with him because he has impressed me with his charity. He runs a company on the side, that provides swimming lessons and art lessons integrated with a creative thinking component for kids. His vision is to simply let these kids play, have fun and bask in their own unique qualities - where every child is happy and healthy, where piece of their creation is a masterpiece; there is no right or wrong, no judgements to be made, only a celebration of originality. The profits from the company are then used to sponsor these classes for orphans. Very laudable right?
However, if you do recall, Mr Pants not the most eloquent of souls; I was utterly horrified when I surfed his company's website and was greeted by grammar errors galore! It pained me to see such a beautiful idea tarred by the mutilation of the language... cannot make it lor. Thus, I volunteered to correct the errors and even advise on the content (which incidentally may be fodder for new thesis topic!). The communication between us (email and the occasional sms) was only kept alive because I saw this as a worthy cause.
It is not long before Mr Pants gets the message and says in a meek voice "I know are not interested in me". I did not quite know how to respond to that...
Oct 17:I met up with Mr Pants and had dinner with his new love interest! I had an intuition that Mr Pants is a player... I have told him that in this face and I don't think I am proven wrong ;)
The strange turn of events offered me relief, but most importantly, I had an entirely enjoyable time! The love interest and I hit it off so well, that I think for moment it seemed a little surreal... Poor poor Mr Pants sat quietly by the candlelight looking on as we forgot about him in our laughter...
Ah well, the new love interest and Mr Pants look compatible as a couple :) I wish them well.
