Anyway, before I forget the nice encounter, I must blog it down quickly! Often times a nice moment can be quickly replaced by something horrid and unpleasant, and for one such as me... I'd not have the mood to write nor talk about the happy encounter till the gloom is over. Blog is good~, blog is so good! It is my designated memory bank, hur-hur, my therapy session and I really appreciate this new experience more and more! Yes, Don't think it, INK it!
In the Lift..... (love is in the air again!)
Well, again, I was late for work (consistently & perpetually) this morning and arrived about 9.30+ am. Dad usually left me at the roadside slightly further off so he can have enough distance to lane change to the right and make the right turn at the traffic lights ahead. I'll then make my way round the block and stride across the square - it's a longer distance - but hey, I should be grateful that dad drives me to work almost every morning! And anyway, all these are irrelevant to the lift encounter, heh. It's me meandering off the topic again. hur-hur... It's a talent. hur-hur...
After the "short" walk, I arrived at the office lift lobby... rosy cheek and all (Ok, its the pink rouge..) and there stood this lone tall guy (well, maybe around 1.75m? donno lar) in front of me. I stayed a distance behind him as we waited for the lift to reach ground level. He's wearing a nicely pressed white shirt with faint thin stripes (or do you call it pin stripes?) and black pants, and I think, also a tie. I don't have eyes for details, heh, but My Best Friend would surely be able to provide greater details of the shirt & tie & belt or fragrance etc.. if she's present. She's so good she can observe things without looking (like secret agents in movies). And yes, back to him -- He wore spectacles and was lugging an office-on-wheels roller bag - looks just like any normal executives, however he does strike me as neat and tidy (and lean).
Jing~ and the lift door opens... natuarally, I waited for him to enter first.
But Awwwwwwww....... he's a gentlemen, he held the door open and gestured to me to enter first. (Hmmm... good impression liao). Coyly (*KNS) I whispered a "thanks" with a sweet smile and gracefully floated into the lift.. Ok. I didn't float - that would be scary. I twirled in like a ballerina... NO? OK. I glided in like a snake (haha... must be the residual effect of watching Harry Porter). Oh wait.. I triple-somersaulted into the lift. HAHAhhahaha.... (Oops, I have this feeling I'm the only person laughing at my own corny jokes right now, hahaha...). OK, enough of nonsense.
I stepped (better?) into the lift and pressed 10 and the door-open button. And my mouth opened.. ;P
Me: "..Which floor?" (I asked as he entered the lift, not expecting him to answer -- most people just ignore you anyway and will press or check the number for themselves.)
Him: "Oh, the @%^$_th floor, thanks" (HUH? O dear..I couldn't decipher what he just said~ I really chow hee lang liao wor...)
But it sounded like Eighth. So...
Me: "8th?" (too late - he had went ahead to press 8. heh-heh-heh so much so for trying to be helpful - with the mouth - .... and the lift door closes)
Him: ". . mmm. . . . " (I think he smiled "thanks", hence I also smiled "welcome")
Me: " . . . . . " (Standard lift behaviour : look at the floor, at the buttons, then the door... fiddle with my bag, digging for my door badge..)
And he broke the silence....
Him: "So, do you work here in this building?" (Hmmmm..., he's not presumptuous! Heh-heh, BUT I AM!! Heh, I had already assumed he must work here (common sense right?? - WRONG. He might be a visitor or contractor or ...etc.) And *gulp* I'm actually pleasantly surprised that he spoke to me... And wah.. he so friendly and nice. And wah.. he's rather pleasant looking leh. And wah... I like his voice and the way he speaks leh... wah...wah... *drool* .. OK, time to answer him)
Me : "Yea!" (nodded and smiled - don't know what else to say!! Better keep mouth closed in case the drool splattered out - And shucks! should have asked him back... where are your manners?)
Him: "So where do you work?"
Me: "Me? Oh, 10th floor" *smile* (oh no, getting tongue-tied)
Him: "Hmmm... sorry, I'm not so familiar, so what's on the 10th floor?" (!!!!!!!Oh oh~, this is the moment I realised that ARRRRGH NO!... can't believe I gave that DUH "10th floor" answer - DUH!!!!!!!! alamak!!!!! ...DUH... Aiyo... -- Oh but what a nice guy, so polite, and he MUST be thinking what a dingbat I am! *sob-sob* and Oh no~.... I'm beginning to feel self-conscious and gan-ziong!!! arrrgghhh...)
Me: "Oooh, there're 3 companies up in the 10th floor, I work in Mer$%^Oli#&Wy*#%^n..... , and the other 2 are...errr... mmm ... there's a Hitachi something and a ..K.. Koei entertainment..?? Yah, hee hee" (I mumble-jumbled over my company name and i giggled out of utter embarassment, and I was about to blush liao...and yes, I was getting flustered...OOoooffff! And Oh, should I ask him back? Aiya how to ask? Maybe..)
And, Jing~ ... it came the moment ... the lift braked, heh, and the doors opened at the 8th. Awwwwww.... so fast? Oh no, so sad. I still wanna talk... (Stay, stay, stay..... I said using telepathic waves..)
Well, looks like he have not installed the wireless receiver for telepathic waves. So, Mr Nice guy strolled out with his roller bag tugging behind him, and he turned to me and said with a nice smile, in an oh-so-pleasant-and-genuine way: "...So, I'll see you around?.." and the door closes as the hero walks into the sunset. (Hur-hur.. ok, its still morning)
Awwwwww......
Awwwwwwwww........
What's his name? What's on the 8th floor? Hey, is he just being friendly? Or... (er-hem) ... or... or.. aiya hee hee too shy to speak my mind la ... hee hee (piak-piak!!! mai KNS!). Alright alright, or.. could he be (er-hem) .. interested?????????? Me?? I look pretty today meh? My hair is in a mess.. my tummy is so ...
But WAIT!!! He could be married! Or already attached!! Yeah, why shouldn't he be? And he could be too young! Yeah? He looks probably just 27? 28? 30? Sighhhhhhhhhhh.......
And-and-and ..
If he's interested, he would have asked for my name right?
He would have introduced himself, right?
And after the kind of silly answers I gave, it goes without saying why should he ever bother to ask for my name right? hee-hee-heee..
Haaaiz...I guess, in conclusion and facing the cruel realities of life -- I guess he's just a friendly guy who doesn't like silence in the lift lah....... SIGH...
But it sure makes my day! (Yipppiee!!!! Waahaaa!!!)
Anyway, after lunch, I checked up what's on 8th floor. Teeheehee... It's .. (don't tell you) .. mmmmm.... an IT & Financial Solutions firm - whole of 8th floor, heh-heh.
A friend advised me to hang around the lift lobby at 9.30am daily to catch him again, heh, but that's NOTpractical enough lar.. I shall hang around the 8th floor's lift lobby every morning - sure can catch. *SLURP~* (HEE-keekeekekeke...)
Well, I guess the small chat-in-the-lift had triggered off some romantic fantasy from within me, and probably the yearning in most girls' heart to be desired and to feel attractive. And its so rare that men in Singapore would initiate a conversation with a lady, yeah? But well, who am I to say this? I'm not found in social clubs or pubs to testify to it, nor am I a hot babe that commands men's attention...... Hence this became a rare experience for me. Come to think of it.... this is the 2nd time any stranger guy spoke to me in a lift!!!!!! (yeah, that's less than 1 year ago!).... Well, at least the last guy asked for my name and my card. And HEY!! I was wearing the same pin-striped black shirt too! Hmmmmm..... HMMMMMMMM..... do you think there can be a connection? (Hohoho....WAH HA HA HA HA HA.... BAH hahahahahaha...... I shall wear this E V E R Y D A Y !)
But on pondering it further, I guess I'd still prefer someone whom I can talk to endlessly and feel absolutely comfortable with, without freezing up or getting flustered or overly self-conscious... Encounters such as these -- though sweet and feeds and satisfies my romantic fantasies and notions -- might potentially short-circuit my ability to see and know the guy as who he is and become friends, and if I'm self-conscious, I won't be my charming silly old self. Hmmmmm... So I guess, there's no need to wait at the 8th floor lobby liao - WASTE TIME. But-But-but.... it'll really be nice to see him again, haha.. Oh what a struggle - the head and the heart - the rational and the irrational.
Kissing Lessons
Yes, and today, a guy friend offered to teach me how to kiss.
Practical lessons.
He said, aiyo, you kanna guy in lift freeze liao like that how? must go after him! catch him! Hit on him!!! Anyway, the conversation somehow lead to kissing. And he said, how can you go on a date without knowing how to kiss? AND of course I have many things to say in rebutt to that.
And he said, don't be so conservative lah, it's not the 70's anymore! Keep until die meh? Kissing won't get you pregnant hoh.... etc etc.
He also said, Imagine you go on a date the guy kiss you and your kiss is lousy and flat how?
I ask, Huh? How is "lousy and flat" kiss like?
He said, No feeling lor- like dead fish lor, a good kiss has to be stimulating and arousing..... And he said, I can show you lor (wwoooo.....)
And I ask, how to show? (hahah... imagine him kissing a pillow or his own hand..)
He said, kiss you lar!!!!!! (yikes~ oh no no no no... cannot cannot...hmm..can...can...)
So -- next week -- he is going to show me HOW to give and enjoy a good kiss by giving me practical lessons, heh-heh. (Next week-- because he's not free this week. @$&^%#%*! so KNS!!!!!)
Mmmmmm...
Hmmmmmmmmmm..... (should I?)
Well... err..... I have not said yes but I'll think about it(tsk tsk tsk.... sounds enticing...)
And eeeek~ somehow, the cigarette breathe of a chain-smoker lips don't appeal to me. In fact, its a turn off. And anyway, I told him, haha, he can TKK, and thanks, its nice to know someone is actually willing to kiss me. (Baahahahaha....)
Ideally..
I'd really like my first kiss to be romantic, and given away to a guy whom I feel is truly attracted to me or whom I'm attracted to (Attraction = connection, feelings for). And THAT's how I'd like to remember it.
Brrrr..rrrr.rr.. Can't imagine practicing it with just any guy - I don't think I've reached this stage of desparation. GAH.
But.. hey! On 2nd thoughts, why not? Ah hee hee heee....
What if nobody would ever wanna kiss me? Naaaa.... Can't be
( Woman, make up your mind!!!! )
.............AND HOPE DEFFERED MAKES THE HEART SICK.
And today, I felt kind of lonesome again. Sigh...... Just gotta deal with it, I guess.
And in the afternoon, I had some more difficult conversations and personal issues to deal with.. and feel really lousy
But I will dream about meeting Mr Nice Guy in the lift again, YES make it soon. No, make it tomorrow!
In HIS time, He makes all things beautiful...
Amen.
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