h.o.w._l.o.w._c.a.n._i._g.o.
Not Me: OMG! So shallow.
Me: What?!? I’m only expressing what I like. And Guy#1 is what I like.
Not Me: But what if the guy is Guy#2? Will you be interested?
Me: He has great character, and good friend, but no, he is too short for me?
Not Me: What is wrong with being shorter? LOL… both of you are guys!
Me: Nothing wronglah. Just my taste. I like my partner to be as tall as me if not taller.
Not Me: OK then, what about Guy#3. He is 6 feet.
Me: Yes he is, but… he’s thin. I like someone who is huggable.
Not Me: I swear you are just too shallow… must be the gay syndrome kicking in. Appearance is not everythinglah.
Me: I know. It is human nature to pursue the one nice to look at. It doesn’t mean the less attractive ones have lesser chance. It just they have to work harder, or to be dicovered later when the nicer-to-look-at one turns out to be bogus!
Not Me: Seriously what do you see in Guy#1. He looks so… you know… egoistic… the macho type. One that thinks he is too good for you.
Me: Me either. I think I always fall for guys like that… so full of themselves, to some extend. Maybe I misinterpret that with high self-confidence… or maybe I just like to chase and chase, regardless I get him or not.
Not Me: But you will eventually get hurt. He can never find the energy to love you back.
Me: I know. what to do… if that’s the kind of guy I’m into. Mati-mati lor…
Sometimes we love someone who we knew would never love us back, we still go for it.
Sometimes we overlook the other one because of someone’s physical attractiveness, we would regret but it is often too late.
Sometimes we forgive someone we loved for their misdemeanor inwhich we suffered in silence, we bury overselves deep in ignorance.
I saw Guy#1 while having dinner with Not Me. As a desperate single I’d checked out most guys within my parameter, of which are minimal since I was told to have quite an aquired taste in men, slightly like durian. Guy#1 was sitting at the table beside mine, and kept looking to our (me & Not Me) direction. This is the tough part, especially when I am out with a female friend, and my gaydar is so badly functioning that often than not I really can tell a bend from the straight pole. Is he looking at me or my friend? Should I notice any sign or body language from him? He soon left with his male friend. Boyfriend? But they look more like soccer friends than lovers.
Anyway my attempt of sharing my taste of men led to an argument on how shallow I really am. Me? Shallow? Not Me was suggesting if the candidates are Guy#2 and Guy#3 (both are friends we known), would I still be keen? Perhaps I would… depends.
Here I am checking out a guy who most likely won’t be able to have, on the other hand, shadowing those who I might be able to have. On the record I have little expectation or criteria of the guy I like, on contrary, off the record I whined about things as simple as their height and weight, as if I myself have a perfect body. Shallow, you say?
