Valentine's Day - February 14th 2006

Part I THE RETURN OF MIKO

She called me on valentine’s day - in the morning, saying she wanted dinner with me that night. I was already booked. But I told her yes anyway.

So I met Ms AC for lunch instead of dinner. She’s an amazing woman. Witty, sporty, tan, beautiful and full of 18 year old vigour. I don’t think I was that far off actually. The lunch itself was nothing spectacular. Pleasant at best. Still, I enjoyed myself and hope she did.

Miko for dinner was a different prospect though. Hunting around for a present just made me feel somewhat inferior. Here’s this 18 year old who’s looking for surf wear and can’t afford Mambo. Miko is 20 and she can’t give a shit about surf wear. “Such cheap taste” she says, with a flamboyant smirk. The contrast is somewhat unsettling but I managed to get her a nice pendant. Not too expensive but definitely suited to her taste.

Dinner was okay and the food was so-so. The ambience was sickening. Lovebirds kissing and the more daring of them deflowering their female counterparts. What the…?! They might have even shagged under the table. Who knows? After that we made our way to TCC for some coffee and a quiet chat.

Part II “OH SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!”

Well, we were just settling down when in a distance, I saw Ms AC. I tried not to make eye contact, but it was SO HARD. I was just hoping that she would walk away or just smile at me. But no. She walked right up to me (and Miko), and brandishing the bouquet I presented her this afternoon, purred “Ooo thanks for the lunch and the flowers”. I was seriously stunned by her flippancy and frivolity. The moment she left the table, Miko smashed her glass on the ground and swung away from the table we were sitting in. Oh she cursed as well. Goes something like this “You ****** ***********, you *** ** * *****!!!!”

I pretended to the staring, lovey dovey eyes all around that it wasn’t a big deal. Actually, it wasn’t. Despite her loveliness, Miko was always spoilt. Maybe it’s my fault I spoilt her. I don’t know. Come to think of it, Miko is Hatsumomo and Ms AC is Sayuri/Chiyo. Haha, how apt since Miko is after all, Japanese. To conclude, I don’t understand why Ms AC did that. Still don’t. But screw it. Whatever.

Insisting on my innocence and deciding not to pursue the matter anymore, I met the boys, Jem and DHD at Timbre after that - where everything and everyone was still disgustingly lovey dovey, but the company, comforting.

So that’s how I spent Valentine’s. What a lucky man I am. oooooh!