Today, my relatives are here. I imagine its going to be a stifling weekend. I don’t want to appear the hypocrite and dish out fake smiles and plastic handshakes. As such, I ruled myself out of tonight’s dinner conveniently *sardonic grin*.

Instead, I dated Cassie. Surprise surprise, she brought along her “good stuff” as promised. “Good stuff” meaning 6 of her AJC friends. Is that sick or what?! (Too bad DHD, I asked you out and you said no the game… tut tut) Very good looking especially 2 of the netballers. Nice dress sense too! So you might imagine the satisfied smirk on my face throughout, even later in the night when we indulged in Moet White Star. I love bubbly and women, they go well together.

However, one painful thing I slowly grew to realize is the fact that nothing has changed. I still do not like younger girls. I wonder if I’ll ever change, or whether I’ll remain that weird forever. I believe it is not the age, but the maturity/mentally level. Of course, this isn’t to say yours truly is way up there with the Platos and Socratess. But yes. I’m still looking for something different. Someone unique. Someone who defines yet defies their boundaries. I could be on a fruitless search (indeed I’ve not found anyone) but this is so me, to look for the shooting star. After multiple dysfunctional relationships, it’s time to try something else.

Actually, I MAY be liking someone, I don’t know. (Note the MAY in capital letters before you flood me with questions) Anyhow, a feedback I’ve commonly received is “hey, why do you like her? She’s not even pretty!”

1. Don’t insult her. It’s not as if I’m Keanu Reeves or Hugh Jackman and you’re all Casanovas anyway.

2. It’s MY prerogative. One man’s meat is another’s poison.

3. It would be an outrageous lie to say I don’t go for looks. But at this point of time, if I find a lady attractive. Attractive meaning smart, intelligent and sexy. Not big boobs, big eyes and a fat j lo ass. I would go for it. Of course, there are moral criteria that she will need to fulfill. Actually, there are SO FEW attractive women, so to label me a womanizer would be inappropriate. Though if you insist on calling me a playboy and the like, I’m pretty agreeable. Hell, Jon revels in controversy. I’m sure you know that by now.

4. Sexy girls are not necessarily pretty. This theory I strongly believe in. I’ve had pretty ladies who just don’t do the job. Sexy, attractive girls are not 100% guaranteed to pleasure you but they are that much more exclusive and elusive, naturally.

5. You don’t know her do you? If you’ve got nothing nice to say, just smile or else fuck off. You’re much better off that way I reckon.

Right, don’t take offense. I’m not a-shouting at anyone or anything. I take things in my stride. Just that I feel, in the light of superficial relationships, this is what should be said and done. I don’t hide behind a mask in front of my girl. I am who I am, but she’d better accept me for what I am, because I would have done so vice versa.

Here’s to those of you who can take the truth…. Cheers!