Lingerie - How does that help?

How predictable are Chinese soaps??

1. Story starts off with a lovey dovey couple. The guy is usually one of those who works his arse off in an office and doesn’t see his girl much. The girl is usually pretty but lonely.

2. The relationship becomes strained because there isn’t much quality time between the two.

3. One day, the girl meets a stranger (who is usually young, daring, dons leather jackets, rides a fast bike, wears sunglasses and has a nasty scar on his face) whom she is totally enthralled with.

4. The girl starts to cheat on her partner by secretly dating Mr. Dangerous. He is flattered and flirts around with her.

5. Things start to get more serious. Mr. Busy realises his girl isn’t really his girl anymore, so he confronts her and discovers Mr. Dangerous is in reality, rather dangerous.

6. Both confront each other. It usually doesn’t get violent because they’re both gentlemen really.
7. Girl gets confused because of her initial adultery and realisation of how stupid she was.

8. Both men are SO sweet to her (because they want a shag) and she cries in bed (hugging a pink soft toy).

9. Finally she decides to write letters to both men. She rejects Mr. Dangerous because he came in at the wrong time in her life. After all, she feels obligated to remain loyal to Mr. Busy.

10. Mr. Dangerous is so devastated he smashes a vase on the ground (which cuts his big toe) and bangs his head on a wall.

11. Mr. Busy receives the letter and is ecstatic. He buys a bloody big bouquet of flowers and goes to the girl’s place for dinner with a big smile (maybe anticipating a shag).

12. He dies on the way to her place in some unintelligible manner. The airbag malfunctions.

13. Mr. Dangerous gets his girl in the end. Everyone is happy except for the dead loser.

Moral of the story: Nice guys finish last.

There is a good lesson to learn actually. Because guys shouldn’t be nice all the time. Guys shouldn’t be the one doing the hard work all the time. Girls appreciate that, especially in today’s modern context of equality of sexes and pro-feminism and what not. Girls want their freedom too, their fair share of infidelity and controversy. Chivalry is not spoon feeding.

The trick to being an attractive male is to have a balance of both. Be sensitive and understanding when you have to be, otherwise remain cool. Too much both ways and you shoot yourself in the foot, or you lose the admiration of the girl. Always give the girl time – to think, ask her friends, sleep on it etc. Respect her decision whatever it may be, don’t rush anything but be gentle, yet firm. Patience is an art not easily mastered. Because it is human nature to “seize the iron while it’s hot”, meaning pushing one’s luck till it disappears over the edge.

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On the 13th of August 2005, I blogged about a date with Ms. Anonymous. I don’t think anyone will recall or can be bothered to do so. Anyhow, I went out with her again (I use the term “went out” because I find that I use “date” way too often and it scares girls away). She was still glowing and glorious-looking. We had a relaxing night of good wine (veuve clicquot) and flashy fine-dining, albeit a little out-of-point, and mega costly. As it turns out, she finally left her good-for-nothing other half, and that explained the carefree spirit 2 nights ago.

She’s a sports analyst for a local newspaper (in case you didn’t know) so we had an incredible time talking about the World Cup, and she getting all passionate about Zizou’s sending off. I told her it was bad for little kids around the world that Zidane headbutted Materazzi. She responded by saying that Materazzi wasn’t a good example himself because he was full of tattoos and that is bad for kids too. I replied by saying she had a butterfly tattooed on her butt. She retorted by saying she’s an “exception”. You never win with women like that. It gets pointless once reason goes out the window, only to be replaced by hot emotion.

As per our msn agreements prior to my return to Singapore, we exchanged lingerie. I got her a La Perla 2-piece and she got me a pair of CK boxers. So we tried them on back at her place later than night. That sneak bought me a size too small on purpose (I know because I lost weight) so I refused to let her see them. Not that she’s really missing out on anything. But she looked absolutely stunning in hers. Then again, $5 pasar malam panties would also do the trick. Pretty girls look good in any darn thing. Call me insane, but I’d prefer a woman in t-shirt and jeans any day to lingerie. *shrugs*

Provided she’s pretty.