Pay no attention to the little detail. I am drained.
First encounter is utmost crucial. Either online or offline. Your fate may already be decided. If you screw up one IM, you might end up with net block. If you say the wrong thing on the phone, the tone on the other end is dead silence. If you appear to be uncertain, you might walk away with close to nothing.
I haven’t been on that many dates (with exception of the many metaphors I’d used). Yet each one leads to something unexpected. I got a list of people I enjoy meeting but is clearly a dead end — friends whom remain as friends, and nothing more. It is not all that bad, except some of them are actually very edible.
There is also the list of people I enjoy meeting but don’t get a second chance; what more to second base. Hence nothing to pursue. Vice versa, the list of people I rather not meet again — strangers whom are best kept that way.
But what makes an unexpected first encounter, with someone on the street, with someone you met over party, with someone of no particular. Someone whose eyes lay on yours for seconds more than than they should, someone who flirts and teases relentlessly, someone who makes the move and asks you out. You are caught off guard. What you do?
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The man. The dinner. The Talk. The end.
Regardless of how perfect everything seems, it is not. He is still not as eligible as I would like him to be. I think he was hoping for more, or that I would cave in and tolerate his idea of an open relationship. I digress.
If someone can’t stay in a monogamous relationship, why does he enter one in the first place? Is it for companionship?
Ever since the dinner on Friday, he stopped calling me. Probably realising that I meant what I said.
It feels usual not to get his call anymore. It has becaome something I’ve looked forward to. His sedative voice at the other end.
No man. No love. No regret. Nothing else to go for.
I doubt love was ever the case. I would chase again.
