a cheap date

in an attempt to forget this stupid man who refuses to give me the time of day, i went out with a guy from Penang who had been wanting to meet me and who i thought would at least provide mildly interesting company. i was wrong.

guys - you don't have to slurp your food. use utensils to guide them into your mouth. that's what they're for.

also, you don't have to chew with your mouth open. chewing with your mouth closed is equally effective. and less distracting to your dining partners.

also, if you intend to make an impression, dinner in a cheap food court isn't the best choice of venues. you might want to think about spending more than MYR13 on a meal for two. or is this the china-man from Penang stereotype acting up?

finally, using a photo that is several years old and very possibly doctored as your "calling card" isn't a very smart idea. you'll be found out.

... sigh ...

it's so hard to find a decent date these days.

men who like me, i don't like. men i like, don't like me.
the world is a merry-go-round.

dangerous liaisons

it's amazing the sort of shit you can discover if you put your mind to it. and i think i'm a very freaky person.

how do these two sentences relate to each other?

well... i'm infatuated with that guy who wouldn't call me. i met him a few days ago when he cruised me in a restaurant. we chatted, he took my number (silly me, forgot to ask for his! duh!), and we went our separate ways. it's now been 3 days and i haven't heard from him. suffice to say, he's almost definitely not interested in me in that way.

meanwhile, i've been completely infatuated with the idea of him and the thought of us having the greatest sex on earth (for about a week before it all goes pear shape!). i knew his first name, but not his last. i knew roughly where he worked because he said so during our conversation. so i called his office, spoke to a low-ranking secretary and asked her in polite manja malay who he was. she gave me some answers and his full name. then i went to google. click! click! click! and hey presto! i've got just about his entire life history!

the question is do i stop here? or do i outdo Glenn Close in Dangerous Liaisons...?!??

no phone call

when a guy doesn't call you within 24-hours of meeting you, even though it was him who asked for your telephone number, you know he's not interested in you in that way.

kill the hope and excitement.

relationships

allow me to be serious for once.

gay men and straight people have very different understanding of the concept of relationships. a gay man would frequently consider a series of one night stands over a period of one month a relationship. straight people don't.

a friend asked me the other day how many relationships i have had. i stopped to think. i didn't quite know how to answer. and then i asked, "how do you define a relationship?"

gay men generally go through far too many "partners". their sex lives are like the lobbies of a busy city hotel with a revolving door spinning rather quickly in front.

maybe it's because relationships in the gay world are transient and ephemeral. and that they generally revolve around sex, sex, and frequently almost nothing else but sex. but it's true that we do have a tendency of calling relatively short-term relationships, relationships! and we also have a tendency of calling relationships that consisted of nothing more substantial than the exchange of fluids, relationships!

so, how many relationships have i had? that depends! in the "gay sense" - err... i haven't been counting in a long while! in the "straight person's sense", i guess, only two one and a half! :(

a teenager in love

i feel like i'm a teenager in love. i feel all mushy inside. my heart palpitates faster than normal. i wasn't really thinking about him, but i couldn't really sleep last night. i feel light and happy and high on life!

i met this cute guy a few days ago over coffee. we got along alright. he was nice. and cute. and we've been SMSing each other since. i live for his SMSes every day. my heart jumps everytime the phone beeps with an SMS and i rush to it with glee. whoever thought that flirting with only 160 characters would be so much fun!?!!

we really should meet again, but he's been rather busy, or so he says.

meanwhile, i'm in love. at least, with the idea of being in love.