I met Rick when I was browsing through a chatroom. You know, cyber space where cool people hangout? Hehe. So, he told me he was an engineer working with Exxon. He was 31 and just went through a painful break-up with his girlfriend, a Singaporean model (Of course he dated a model, c'mon you guys!). So after a few hours of chatting, a couple of phonecalls and picture trading, he finally asked me out.
It was a Friday and he said he was nearby my office so we went out for coffee that evening. Rick looked way different from his picture. He was balding, shorter than what he described, and obviously had one whole pack instead of 6 (which he claimed to have).
Who was I to judge? I know2. So, we met at Dome KLCC, as he requested. I haven't had lunch when I met him so I ordered myself their signature dish, chicken pie. I woudn't eat that if I were you, he said. Too much fat.
Strike 1.
We had quite a light conversation. We talked about backgrounds, families, work. Err, actually more of him talking. Where he went to study, how cool his parents were, he was 25 when he first he bought his home, bla bla bla.Then he moved to the next ultimate topic, his dating life. He said in his entire life, he only dated beautiful women. Models, actresses, flight attendants and none worked out. I had enough. I'm done with beautiful girls. They were just pretty faces and nothing else. I wanna date real girls. You know, girl like you.
A girl like me. Strike 2.
And my mom once adviced, nak cari teman hidup, biar sakit mata jangan sakit hati....
Strike 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!
That was it. I left. That was the last time I spoke to him.
Months later I saw him again. He was having lunch with a plus-size lady, and she was extremely attractive. I think I misunderstood him when he said he wanted a girl like me.
I think he meant, fat and beautiful. Hehe.
| Sept 2009 |
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