"Calling all passenger. MH118 flying Macau is now ready for boarding." The attendant called out and we boarded.
After 5 and a half hours of flying, we finally arrived at the Macau International Airport. The weather was great, not too cold not too hot. Just right for someone who is afraid of cold like me. We checked in at the Wynn Hotel. The rooms were great, not to mention the bed. I sorted out everything, our toilettries, our clothes and others.
He kissed me, and we hugged ourselves, lying on the bed. Just as things were getting hotter, his phone rang. It was his sister, it was an emergency call. I can tell from the look on his face and the tone of his voice.
HE: My mum is in the hospital, I need to go
ME: Oh dear, how is she? Is she ok? You better go
HE: I dont know, she fainted and is unconcious now
ME: I'll go with you
HE: No, please dont. It's ok. I want you to have this holiday, please dont waste it
ME: I cant be on a holiday when you are home worrying for your mum
HE: She will be fine. I'll call you once I get everything organised ok? I'm so sorry
He kissed me and left for the airport. Well, it's already a waste that he left...
I laid on the bed overlooking the sea. It was beautiful. The pool was great. Looking at MGM, I dozed off.
It was the phone that woke me. It was Ed, asking if we were ready for dinner. He asked me whether we have had our special moment. I told him everything and he hung up and came over.
Ed: How can he leave like that?
Me: Well, his mum is in the hospital, what do you expect him to do?
Ed: So, what you going to do now?
Me: Me? I'm continuing this holiday, like he wanted me to
Ed: Ok, dont worry, I'll make this a good holiday for you
Me: You? How? Hahaha, you've got a little missy in your room ok?
Ed: Why? 3 cannot enjoy is it? Get changed and we'll go have a great dinner
Me: Alright, be there in 20 minutes
in life, we imagine, dream, think, fantasize & visualize. these are my imaginations and thoughts.
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Didn't You Know? Pt 1
Dave is really the man of my dreams, tall, smart, good looking, well built and proper. Maybe a little too proper, that sometimes I need to pretend a little. Anyway, it has been months I waited for him to finally ask me out. We went on dates, for dinners, to clubbings, but no sex yet. We wanted to wait for the right moment (ya right).
These months Ed was with me all the while, sort of helping me get Dave. He was supportive. Ed and I have been friends for a long long time. We were really good buddies - just friends. Ed has too many girlfriends and it just didnt cross my mind of being with him at all.
He would help me out with what Dave was thinking, he would tell me all of men's view. He would choose clothes that men would love to see me in. He would create conversations for me. You name it, Ed solves it. The thing is I feel so comfortable with Ed, that I dont have to bother about my make up, I dont worry about my hair, I eat wings with my hands, blah blah blah. He was like the other brother to me. Sometimes he would even spend nights in my house.
Whenever I need him, he will be there for me. Sometimes when I think about it, it makes me feel like we're a couple. He treats me too good, well, he treats all women good. Shouldnt be surprise.
As I was having my daily call with Ed, my next line rang - it was Dave. I hung up on Ed. Dave's voice was sweet like always. He told me that he has taken the long weekend off and that we should go on a holiday. Wow, I thought that was a great idea. He will be bringing me to Macau - doesnt sound too romantic though, but it was our first holiday. And that would mean "our right moment".
As I hung up, I quickyly redialled Ed's number and told him bout the holiday. He was happy for me, and told me that he would love to join us. Well, why not? It would be more fun, obviously he will be bringing a girl.
I was glad that Dave like the idea of Ed joining us. I am sure this is going to be a fun filled trip, on a holiday with the guy of my dreams and my best buddy. What more do I want? Anyway I was so excited packing my stuff and all. We're flying the coming weekend.
These months Ed was with me all the while, sort of helping me get Dave. He was supportive. Ed and I have been friends for a long long time. We were really good buddies - just friends. Ed has too many girlfriends and it just didnt cross my mind of being with him at all.
He would help me out with what Dave was thinking, he would tell me all of men's view. He would choose clothes that men would love to see me in. He would create conversations for me. You name it, Ed solves it. The thing is I feel so comfortable with Ed, that I dont have to bother about my make up, I dont worry about my hair, I eat wings with my hands, blah blah blah. He was like the other brother to me. Sometimes he would even spend nights in my house.
Whenever I need him, he will be there for me. Sometimes when I think about it, it makes me feel like we're a couple. He treats me too good, well, he treats all women good. Shouldnt be surprise.
As I was having my daily call with Ed, my next line rang - it was Dave. I hung up on Ed. Dave's voice was sweet like always. He told me that he has taken the long weekend off and that we should go on a holiday. Wow, I thought that was a great idea. He will be bringing me to Macau - doesnt sound too romantic though, but it was our first holiday. And that would mean "our right moment".
As I hung up, I quickyly redialled Ed's number and told him bout the holiday. He was happy for me, and told me that he would love to join us. Well, why not? It would be more fun, obviously he will be bringing a girl.
I was glad that Dave like the idea of Ed joining us. I am sure this is going to be a fun filled trip, on a holiday with the guy of my dreams and my best buddy. What more do I want? Anyway I was so excited packing my stuff and all. We're flying the coming weekend.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
One Weekend Away IV
"Hey, how long were you here? Why didnt you wake me?" I can feel myself blushing.
"It's ok, I know you are tired from the flight. How was it? You like it here?"
Who doesnt?, I thought to myself. "It's beautiful. Nice"
"Go change, I'll bring you to the beach." He didnt mentioned where he was, why he asked me here. He didnt explain much, and that moment I felt cheap. Why had I flown all the way here to sleep with him? What does he think of me?
Well, I dont have much choice now that I am already here, might as well enjoy myself to the fullest. I unpacked my stuff. I followed his steps - the clothes, the shoes and the toilettries. I changed into my red bikini, tied a white beach scarf on the hip. I came out, he was already in his beach wear, a blue and white bermudas. He looked at me, stunned for a while, but went back to look cool again. I packed some stuff and we left the room.
As we were walking, he held my hands. I didnt move away. His hands were warm and it made me feel secure. Suddenly we felt so carefree. It seemed like we have leave our lives back home, and we are just us in Maldives. I was alone, I can do whatever I want. He has no wife, he is the man I want. We felt the connection, we are so connected.
When we reached the beach, we sat at a corner. The sand was so soft, I thought it was carpet. The water was crystal clear. The sun was shinning brightly, but not too hot though. I took out my sun screen. Before I apply, he came over and took it from my hand. He squeezed some on to his palm and asked me to lie on my chest. He rubbed the sunscreen on my back. It felt great. He massaged me a little. I just couldnt explain the feeling. He touched me so gently. After he finished my back, he continued with my legs. As he moved his hands to my thigh, I felt the urge to hold him. As I was enjoying, he asked me to turn to the front. I laid there obediently and allowed him to do whatever he wanted to. He almost touched every inch of my body. He paid so much attention to what he was doing. I was a little shy to look at him though. I felt great.
"My turn" he passed the sunscreen to me and laid down. I did the same, I think I covered more parts of his body than he did to me. I know he loved it, I can see he had a hard on. We were both waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally, he took my hands and pulled me to the sea. Once in the water, he touched me more, parts that he didnt when he applied the sunscreen. I did too. We were hugging each other, touching and caressing. There werent many people in the water with us. I guess that's the privilege of staying in a god-damn-expensive 5 star hotel.
Finally I made the first move, for the first time, "Can we go back to the room?"
We put on our robes, and headed straight for the room. We were in a hurry, we kind of ran. In the elevator, we didnt care about the cctv, he just kissed me all over, and started caressing me again. When the elevator door opened, we walked across the lobby straight to our room. There was a nearer way back, but I guessed we missed the turn somewhere, we had to use the long way. Oh dear.
We opened the door and made love...
"It's ok, I know you are tired from the flight. How was it? You like it here?"
Who doesnt?, I thought to myself. "It's beautiful. Nice"
"Go change, I'll bring you to the beach." He didnt mentioned where he was, why he asked me here. He didnt explain much, and that moment I felt cheap. Why had I flown all the way here to sleep with him? What does he think of me?
Well, I dont have much choice now that I am already here, might as well enjoy myself to the fullest. I unpacked my stuff. I followed his steps - the clothes, the shoes and the toilettries. I changed into my red bikini, tied a white beach scarf on the hip. I came out, he was already in his beach wear, a blue and white bermudas. He looked at me, stunned for a while, but went back to look cool again. I packed some stuff and we left the room.
As we were walking, he held my hands. I didnt move away. His hands were warm and it made me feel secure. Suddenly we felt so carefree. It seemed like we have leave our lives back home, and we are just us in Maldives. I was alone, I can do whatever I want. He has no wife, he is the man I want. We felt the connection, we are so connected.
When we reached the beach, we sat at a corner. The sand was so soft, I thought it was carpet. The water was crystal clear. The sun was shinning brightly, but not too hot though. I took out my sun screen. Before I apply, he came over and took it from my hand. He squeezed some on to his palm and asked me to lie on my chest. He rubbed the sunscreen on my back. It felt great. He massaged me a little. I just couldnt explain the feeling. He touched me so gently. After he finished my back, he continued with my legs. As he moved his hands to my thigh, I felt the urge to hold him. As I was enjoying, he asked me to turn to the front. I laid there obediently and allowed him to do whatever he wanted to. He almost touched every inch of my body. He paid so much attention to what he was doing. I was a little shy to look at him though. I felt great.
"My turn" he passed the sunscreen to me and laid down. I did the same, I think I covered more parts of his body than he did to me. I know he loved it, I can see he had a hard on. We were both waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally, he took my hands and pulled me to the sea. Once in the water, he touched me more, parts that he didnt when he applied the sunscreen. I did too. We were hugging each other, touching and caressing. There werent many people in the water with us. I guess that's the privilege of staying in a god-damn-expensive 5 star hotel.
Finally I made the first move, for the first time, "Can we go back to the room?"
We put on our robes, and headed straight for the room. We were in a hurry, we kind of ran. In the elevator, we didnt care about the cctv, he just kissed me all over, and started caressing me again. When the elevator door opened, we walked across the lobby straight to our room. There was a nearer way back, but I guessed we missed the turn somewhere, we had to use the long way. Oh dear.
We opened the door and made love...
One Weekend Away III
Getting on to the plane made me think am I doing the right thing. Agreeing to go on this trip is crazy. I am excited though.
When I reached the island, I climbed on to a cab, showed him the hotel that Niz gave me. He smiled and was on the road. Polite man. The journey wasnt too long. I was really impressed by this guy. He is so mysterious and he makes all the decisions himself. The most important thing is, he has good taste and expensive.
Looking at the name of the hotel, I assumed it was some kind of 3 star hotel, but to my surprised Coco Palm Dhunikolhu is a beautiful 5 star hotel. I would normally go online to check on the hotel, but this time, I was in such a hurry. The corcierge helped me with my luggage and I went straight to the check in. God, what am I supposed to tell them? I didnt know Niz full name. But when they saw me, they greeted me by my name and gave me the keys to room 9008. Impressive, I'm getting more and more excited.
The corcierge walked me to the room. I meant the chalet. It was right in the middle of the water. It was so nice, I wanted to scream. But I need to hold myself together. I opened the door to the most beautiful room I have even been to. I tipped the corcierge and he closed the door behind him. Niz was not there, I couldnt be bother at that moment. I went to explore the room. The bed looked comfortable with drapes around the wooden frame. The bathroom was open air. The balcony was right on top of the water. I thought I was dreaming, but no, these are all real. Oh talking about real, where is Niz?
He is a neat person. I can tell by the way he kept the room. His clothes were neatly hung in the cupboard. His shoes were nicely lined behind the door. His toiletries were arranged in a straight line by the mirror. I didnt unpacked yet. Didnt know whether I should or not. Am I sleeping in this room? What should I do now? Am I supposed to sit here until he returns? I was searching for notes, maybe there is another that directs me to meet him, or at least to tell me what to do. Nothing.
I dare not sit on the bed. I went to the balcony and sat on the chair. The jacuzzi there was filled with water. There were candles beside it. Hmm, he sure knows how to enjoy life. Somehow the breeze made my eyelids heavy. Soon enough, I dozed off. I didnt know how long I took the nap, but when I opened my eyes, Niz was right in front of me. He was sitting there looking at me, sleep. How embarassing.
When I reached the island, I climbed on to a cab, showed him the hotel that Niz gave me. He smiled and was on the road. Polite man. The journey wasnt too long. I was really impressed by this guy. He is so mysterious and he makes all the decisions himself. The most important thing is, he has good taste and expensive.
Looking at the name of the hotel, I assumed it was some kind of 3 star hotel, but to my surprised Coco Palm Dhunikolhu is a beautiful 5 star hotel. I would normally go online to check on the hotel, but this time, I was in such a hurry. The corcierge helped me with my luggage and I went straight to the check in. God, what am I supposed to tell them? I didnt know Niz full name. But when they saw me, they greeted me by my name and gave me the keys to room 9008. Impressive, I'm getting more and more excited.
The corcierge walked me to the room. I meant the chalet. It was right in the middle of the water. It was so nice, I wanted to scream. But I need to hold myself together. I opened the door to the most beautiful room I have even been to. I tipped the corcierge and he closed the door behind him. Niz was not there, I couldnt be bother at that moment. I went to explore the room. The bed looked comfortable with drapes around the wooden frame. The bathroom was open air. The balcony was right on top of the water. I thought I was dreaming, but no, these are all real. Oh talking about real, where is Niz?
He is a neat person. I can tell by the way he kept the room. His clothes were neatly hung in the cupboard. His shoes were nicely lined behind the door. His toiletries were arranged in a straight line by the mirror. I didnt unpacked yet. Didnt know whether I should or not. Am I sleeping in this room? What should I do now? Am I supposed to sit here until he returns? I was searching for notes, maybe there is another that directs me to meet him, or at least to tell me what to do. Nothing.
I dare not sit on the bed. I went to the balcony and sat on the chair. The jacuzzi there was filled with water. There were candles beside it. Hmm, he sure knows how to enjoy life. Somehow the breeze made my eyelids heavy. Soon enough, I dozed off. I didnt know how long I took the nap, but when I opened my eyes, Niz was right in front of me. He was sitting there looking at me, sleep. How embarassing.
One Weekend Away II
"Hi, you look beautiful" he said.
"Thanks."
"I've ordered for you actually, hope you will like it."
"Oh" speechless, he is obviously a male chauvinist. but I wasnt unhappy though, kind of exciting.
We started with champagne - Moet Chandon, expensive taste he has. He started digging information about me, mostly. We laughed, we chatted for a while before the food came. It was grilled salmon - nice. After food and more drinks, we were both a little tipsy. He jokingly invited me to a getaway, and I jokingly agreed. We both felt the connection, there was something about us that just clicked. We got along well, better than I've imagined.
We ended the dinner at around 11pm, he walked me out to my car. I opened the door, and turned to say goodbye. There he was right behind me, so closed I could feel his breathe. He stared into my eyes, he was coming closer, gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered good night into my ear. I went into my car and he closed the door.
The next morning, I woke up extra early to dress up for work. I looked a little prettier than usual, wanting to impress him. For the whole day, he was no where to be seen. I tried to call the office while I was out for lunch. Our operator, Amy told me that he was on a one week break. Funny, he didnt tell me last night. A real MC, I thought.
As I continued to work through the day, Amy intercom me asking me to go to the front desk to collect a registered mail. I opened it and it was a ticket to Maldives this coming weekend. I was stunned. I searched for some note or something that can tell me what this is all about. There was and it read,
Oh dear, I remembered. It was Niz's invitation over the champagne last night. Damn. I did say yes. What should I do? Should I go? Is this right? He is married, what the hell was I thinking. I didnt know he was serious. I quickly picked up my phone to call him, but there was no response. I think he might be there already. How am I suppose to get him?
These questions kept wandering in my head. I have another 38 hours to decide. Oh dear. I did not tell anyone, not even Gina. No one knows about this. I went home, looked at the ticket again and again. Should I or shouldnt I? Weighing the pros and cons. Finally, I made up my mind and went to bed early.
I reached the office like any other day. After a cup of coffee and some cookies, I went to the HR. I applied for a week leave. Purpose - emergency...
I went home to pack my stuff... carefully and waited for that 18 hours to go by.
"Thanks."
"I've ordered for you actually, hope you will like it."
"Oh" speechless, he is obviously a male chauvinist. but I wasnt unhappy though, kind of exciting.
We started with champagne - Moet Chandon, expensive taste he has. He started digging information about me, mostly. We laughed, we chatted for a while before the food came. It was grilled salmon - nice. After food and more drinks, we were both a little tipsy. He jokingly invited me to a getaway, and I jokingly agreed. We both felt the connection, there was something about us that just clicked. We got along well, better than I've imagined.
We ended the dinner at around 11pm, he walked me out to my car. I opened the door, and turned to say goodbye. There he was right behind me, so closed I could feel his breathe. He stared into my eyes, he was coming closer, gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered good night into my ear. I went into my car and he closed the door.
The next morning, I woke up extra early to dress up for work. I looked a little prettier than usual, wanting to impress him. For the whole day, he was no where to be seen. I tried to call the office while I was out for lunch. Our operator, Amy told me that he was on a one week break. Funny, he didnt tell me last night. A real MC, I thought.
As I continued to work through the day, Amy intercom me asking me to go to the front desk to collect a registered mail. I opened it and it was a ticket to Maldives this coming weekend. I was stunned. I searched for some note or something that can tell me what this is all about. There was and it read,
"See you on the island. Be prepared for a great getaway."
Oh dear, I remembered. It was Niz's invitation over the champagne last night. Damn. I did say yes. What should I do? Should I go? Is this right? He is married, what the hell was I thinking. I didnt know he was serious. I quickly picked up my phone to call him, but there was no response. I think he might be there already. How am I suppose to get him?
These questions kept wandering in my head. I have another 38 hours to decide. Oh dear. I did not tell anyone, not even Gina. No one knows about this. I went home, looked at the ticket again and again. Should I or shouldnt I? Weighing the pros and cons. Finally, I made up my mind and went to bed early.
I reached the office like any other day. After a cup of coffee and some cookies, I went to the HR. I applied for a week leave. Purpose - emergency...
I went home to pack my stuff... carefully and waited for that 18 hours to go by.
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
One Weekend Away
Getting on to the plane made me think am I doing the right thing. Agreeing to go on this trip is crazy.
We work in the same firm. Niz is in the corporate side, while I'm in the account department. He noticed me the day I joined. Well, I always think I'm attractive, and pretty in some ways. He, on the other hand looks great too. Not bad for a married man. We do not communicate much at first, as his and my department dont interact too much. We didnt really talk, I guess we were both afraid of having rumours in the company. We do have small talks when we meet in the pantry or at the corridors.
One day, as usual I checked my inbox. There was a mail from Niz. Funny, as we do not have work related. I clicked it open, it was short, just one line that read, "Dinner @ The Posh, 7pm. See you." I looked at it for a moment, didnt know what to reply. Is this a date? Just the 2 of us or the whole office is going? It was a bit weird, I have not really talked to him, we did not even eat in the pantry together. What should I reply him? Or should I just ignore him? That was rude.
I finally clicked on the reply button, "see ya." After work, I went home. There was still ample time for me to dress up - a little. Jeans & t-shirt? Too casual. Dress? Too formal. Not really, I picked a grey dress, knee length, slipped into my 3-inch heels. Little make up, I never like having tonnes of makeup on my face.
Within 10 minutes I reached The Posh. The name tells it all, the restaurant was really posh, well at least it looked posh from the outside. I parked my car and went in. It was posh, even on the inside. The ambience was great, great for couples who doesnt want to be seen. The man at the desk asked if I have a reservation, and assuming he has, I told him, "Niz". "Oh, great, Mr Niz is here waiting. Let me walk you to the table."
There he was sitting at the corner - alone. A table for 2, so I assume, it's just us. I went over, "Hi"
We work in the same firm. Niz is in the corporate side, while I'm in the account department. He noticed me the day I joined. Well, I always think I'm attractive, and pretty in some ways. He, on the other hand looks great too. Not bad for a married man. We do not communicate much at first, as his and my department dont interact too much. We didnt really talk, I guess we were both afraid of having rumours in the company. We do have small talks when we meet in the pantry or at the corridors.
One day, as usual I checked my inbox. There was a mail from Niz. Funny, as we do not have work related. I clicked it open, it was short, just one line that read, "Dinner @ The Posh, 7pm. See you." I looked at it for a moment, didnt know what to reply. Is this a date? Just the 2 of us or the whole office is going? It was a bit weird, I have not really talked to him, we did not even eat in the pantry together. What should I reply him? Or should I just ignore him? That was rude.
I finally clicked on the reply button, "see ya." After work, I went home. There was still ample time for me to dress up - a little. Jeans & t-shirt? Too casual. Dress? Too formal. Not really, I picked a grey dress, knee length, slipped into my 3-inch heels. Little make up, I never like having tonnes of makeup on my face.
Within 10 minutes I reached The Posh. The name tells it all, the restaurant was really posh, well at least it looked posh from the outside. I parked my car and went in. It was posh, even on the inside. The ambience was great, great for couples who doesnt want to be seen. The man at the desk asked if I have a reservation, and assuming he has, I told him, "Niz". "Oh, great, Mr Niz is here waiting. Let me walk you to the table."
There he was sitting at the corner - alone. A table for 2, so I assume, it's just us. I went over, "Hi"
Undying Love III
Silence filled the space. Everything seemed to stood still. The people around us were suddenly disappeared. All there was, were the both of us and the bracelet. My thoughts were filled with memories. 13 years - 4745 days, excluding leap years. That is a very long time.
"You still remember this?" he asked, and that brought me back to reality.
I looked up at him, not knowing what to say.
"I kept it all these years, this was the thing I treasure most. I remember you telling me how nice this looked on my hand. I remember you have the exact same one. I remember you asking me treasure it."
Wow, he does remember a lot. I felt numb, I felt my body out of place, my hands were not mine, my legs were to numb to stand, my mouth couldnt speak a word. I just couldnt concentrate. I guess he knew I was stunned. He didnt say another word, instead he took out another box. A light blue box, with a white ribbon over "Tiffany & Co.". I took it, opened it. It was a bracelet - silver & extremely pretty.
"I know you are no more keeping yours, this is a new one I'm giving you. To mark US" he said, showing me the exact same one he was wearing on his left hand.
He then held both my hands. I was trying really hard to keep my tears from falling. I was so touched, never before. After dinner, we went home and finally, we changed our 13 years of friendship into a relationship of love.
"You still remember this?" he asked, and that brought me back to reality.
I looked up at him, not knowing what to say.
"I kept it all these years, this was the thing I treasure most. I remember you telling me how nice this looked on my hand. I remember you have the exact same one. I remember you asking me treasure it."
Wow, he does remember a lot. I felt numb, I felt my body out of place, my hands were not mine, my legs were to numb to stand, my mouth couldnt speak a word. I just couldnt concentrate. I guess he knew I was stunned. He didnt say another word, instead he took out another box. A light blue box, with a white ribbon over "Tiffany & Co.". I took it, opened it. It was a bracelet - silver & extremely pretty.
"I know you are no more keeping yours, this is a new one I'm giving you. To mark US" he said, showing me the exact same one he was wearing on his left hand.
He then held both my hands. I was trying really hard to keep my tears from falling. I was so touched, never before. After dinner, we went home and finally, we changed our 13 years of friendship into a relationship of love.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Undying Love II
My mobile rang, it was him again. Thanks to the creation of caller id, I have been avoiding his calls. I dont know why. Not that anything had happened, the other night. Or had he done anything bad to me. I just didnt know how to face him again. Knowing him for so long, I cannot imagine being in front of him - full monty. It'll be weird, really weird.
Come to think of it, I am really crazy. For that, do I have to loose a friend? Loose a friend whom I have known for more than a decade? I finally found my guts to call him back that night. Funny thing was his first question to me, "Are you drunk?" I suddenly felt my face turned red... He knew it all the while that I was avoiding his call, and for me to call him, I would have been drunk.
Anyway, I was glad I made that call. It was great, we talked and shared a lot of things. Not a single word was mention about that night. But he told me he would give his best to make me change my mind about being with him. Well, I guess that's nothing I could do.
Days and months went by, we were okay. Living lives as friends, very good friends. Then one rainy day, he called me asking me for dinner. Why not? We always have dinners and lunch together. Just another dinner.
He rang my door bell at 6 sharp. Hmm, how was I supposed to get ready that early. I opened the door for him. He looked extremely cute that night. The white shirt made his face look fresher. Neat. I asked if this was some kind of date, cause he normally comes in tshirt & jeans. He just smiled and sat on the sofa.
I quickly went into the room to get dressed. I already took out my jeans & tshirt, but on second thoughts, maybe I should redress myself. I took out my blue dress, not too short, long enough to cover my knees. Ready togo. "Where we going?" Silence...
Madness, why isnt he answering me? This is getting more annoying.
When we reach the restaurant, I was impressed. The surrounding was great, tall trees, plants everywhere. It looked a little spooky though. The ambience was great. He acted a little funny. After our desserts, he gave me a present. A small box, not too small. I opened it. I think I stood still with time for about a minute looking at what was in there.
Then my memories came back... I dont remember it. I have not thought of it, I have totally forgotten about this.
It was a bracelet (silver) I gave him about 13 years ago. I had one too. He is still keeping it? I didnt know where mine went. I totally forgot about this. It was the exact same one. How can someone keep a thing for such a long time? Not to mention a man...
Come to think of it, I am really crazy. For that, do I have to loose a friend? Loose a friend whom I have known for more than a decade? I finally found my guts to call him back that night. Funny thing was his first question to me, "Are you drunk?" I suddenly felt my face turned red... He knew it all the while that I was avoiding his call, and for me to call him, I would have been drunk.
Anyway, I was glad I made that call. It was great, we talked and shared a lot of things. Not a single word was mention about that night. But he told me he would give his best to make me change my mind about being with him. Well, I guess that's nothing I could do.
Days and months went by, we were okay. Living lives as friends, very good friends. Then one rainy day, he called me asking me for dinner. Why not? We always have dinners and lunch together. Just another dinner.
He rang my door bell at 6 sharp. Hmm, how was I supposed to get ready that early. I opened the door for him. He looked extremely cute that night. The white shirt made his face look fresher. Neat. I asked if this was some kind of date, cause he normally comes in tshirt & jeans. He just smiled and sat on the sofa.
I quickly went into the room to get dressed. I already took out my jeans & tshirt, but on second thoughts, maybe I should redress myself. I took out my blue dress, not too short, long enough to cover my knees. Ready togo. "Where we going?" Silence...
Madness, why isnt he answering me? This is getting more annoying.
When we reach the restaurant, I was impressed. The surrounding was great, tall trees, plants everywhere. It looked a little spooky though. The ambience was great. He acted a little funny. After our desserts, he gave me a present. A small box, not too small. I opened it. I think I stood still with time for about a minute looking at what was in there.
Then my memories came back... I dont remember it. I have not thought of it, I have totally forgotten about this.
It was a bracelet (silver) I gave him about 13 years ago. I had one too. He is still keeping it? I didnt know where mine went. I totally forgot about this. It was the exact same one. How can someone keep a thing for such a long time? Not to mention a man...
Friday, February 20, 2009
Undying Love I
Must be the 2 bottles of rosѐ that made me pressed the 'send' button on my mobile. I havent called him in years and ....
Ed: Hello
Me: Hey, it's me, what u doing?
Ed: Nothing, just sitting at home watching tv. What's up? What made u call me at this time?
Me: Hmm, nothing... *silence*
Ed: U there? Are you drunk or something?
Me: *laugh* drunk? Are you kidding me? I drank, but not enough to get me drunk.
Ed: So where are you now?
Me: Me? I'm driving. Home
Ed: Oh... Your place's near my house right?
Me: Yup, hey, u alone? Since I havent been to your new place, can I drop by now?
Ed: Sure, come over, I will send u my address now. Just tell the security my house number.
We hung up and I thought to myself, "am I mad? What the hell was I doing? How can I do this? Why am I doing this? What have gotten into me?" Beep beep, the sound of the sms interupted my thoughts. It was his address.
I was shocked what alcohol had made me do. Anyway, while I was finding those answers to my questions, I realised I was in front of his guards, the guard asked me to go straight and take the first right turn, his house is on the left.
I stood in my car for a good minute before the gate opened. I guess the guard must have intercom telling him that his "supper" has arrived. How disgrace? But I was only dropping by to see his new house and well, we havent met for like 10 years, arent there things to share?
He came out. He looked as good as always. I came out of the car. I nearly couldnt stand up right. And at that moment, I didnt know whether it was the alcohol or the nervousness that made me cant stand right. Anyway, he waited and we walked into his beautiful home.
It was surprising how a bachelor could keep his house that clean and tidy. No extensive renovation, simple and nice. I liked it. He showed me around his house - the kitchen, the backyard, the garden, the living and his room. Cozy.
We then went back to the living, where he was watching CNN. I didnt know he was a news person. After a few minutes of chatting, I asked if he had anything to drink. I asked for wine, cause I hate to mix alcohol. But he hadnt kept any wine at home, he offered whiskey and brandy. I told him brandy will do. We drank and drank and lost the time.
He got closer, and closer. And I dont know how I ended up in his arms. He kissed me, and I didnt pushed him away. I kissed him back and everything started so fast I couldnt remember when and how. And when he unbuttoned my jeans, I pushed him away. I cant do that. I cannot do this not because I am divorce, but I didnt want to hurt his feelings again. He has loved me for so many years, and I dont deserve him.
He pulled me back so hard he didnt want to let me go. I forced myself out and went to the bathroom to wash my face. I woke. I opened the door, he was right there. He apologised, I said it's ok. Well, it wasnt so much of his fault, though. I was the one who called and went to him in the middle of the night. Who is at fault?
I took my bag and left.
I know he didnt do it on purpose. He is a normal man, after a few drinks there is a need, I understand. Moreover, he has loved me for all these years. And he knew I was divorced. There is no problem with seeing someone else. He hasnt been with a girl long enough to tell people she is the one, cause they are not me. I have never really fallen in love with him. But it's always nice to know that there is someone out there who still loves you despite you being married with 2 kids or until now divorced.
Ed: Hello
Me: Hey, it's me, what u doing?
Ed: Nothing, just sitting at home watching tv. What's up? What made u call me at this time?
Me: Hmm, nothing... *silence*
Ed: U there? Are you drunk or something?
Me: *laugh* drunk? Are you kidding me? I drank, but not enough to get me drunk.
Ed: So where are you now?
Me: Me? I'm driving. Home
Ed: Oh... Your place's near my house right?
Me: Yup, hey, u alone? Since I havent been to your new place, can I drop by now?
Ed: Sure, come over, I will send u my address now. Just tell the security my house number.
We hung up and I thought to myself, "am I mad? What the hell was I doing? How can I do this? Why am I doing this? What have gotten into me?" Beep beep, the sound of the sms interupted my thoughts. It was his address.
I was shocked what alcohol had made me do. Anyway, while I was finding those answers to my questions, I realised I was in front of his guards, the guard asked me to go straight and take the first right turn, his house is on the left.
I stood in my car for a good minute before the gate opened. I guess the guard must have intercom telling him that his "supper" has arrived. How disgrace? But I was only dropping by to see his new house and well, we havent met for like 10 years, arent there things to share?
He came out. He looked as good as always. I came out of the car. I nearly couldnt stand up right. And at that moment, I didnt know whether it was the alcohol or the nervousness that made me cant stand right. Anyway, he waited and we walked into his beautiful home.
It was surprising how a bachelor could keep his house that clean and tidy. No extensive renovation, simple and nice. I liked it. He showed me around his house - the kitchen, the backyard, the garden, the living and his room. Cozy.
We then went back to the living, where he was watching CNN. I didnt know he was a news person. After a few minutes of chatting, I asked if he had anything to drink. I asked for wine, cause I hate to mix alcohol. But he hadnt kept any wine at home, he offered whiskey and brandy. I told him brandy will do. We drank and drank and lost the time.
He got closer, and closer. And I dont know how I ended up in his arms. He kissed me, and I didnt pushed him away. I kissed him back and everything started so fast I couldnt remember when and how. And when he unbuttoned my jeans, I pushed him away. I cant do that. I cannot do this not because I am divorce, but I didnt want to hurt his feelings again. He has loved me for so many years, and I dont deserve him.
He pulled me back so hard he didnt want to let me go. I forced myself out and went to the bathroom to wash my face. I woke. I opened the door, he was right there. He apologised, I said it's ok. Well, it wasnt so much of his fault, though. I was the one who called and went to him in the middle of the night. Who is at fault?
I took my bag and left.
I know he didnt do it on purpose. He is a normal man, after a few drinks there is a need, I understand. Moreover, he has loved me for all these years. And he knew I was divorced. There is no problem with seeing someone else. He hasnt been with a girl long enough to tell people she is the one, cause they are not me. I have never really fallen in love with him. But it's always nice to know that there is someone out there who still loves you despite you being married with 2 kids or until now divorced.
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