Cool On The Exterior, Warm Within
*Smacks Head*
Wednesday, March 21, 2007 @ 9:24 PM
*A little background: The day I flew home from Bangkok, I had the shock of my life as I tugged my luggage into my room. I had to gape at the sight of my ceiling lamp dangling precariously by the wire cable.*
This evening over the phone...
Ma: "Oh, the contractor came by just now to fix up the ceiling light in your room."
Me: "Great! I'll come back later and see how it is."
Ma: "He came with his son who's two years older than you."
Me: "Huh. Who? The contractor?"
Ma: "Of course. His son is really a pleasant boy. We were talking about introducing you to him."
Me: *sputters*
Ma: "And I showed him your picture!"
Me: "What????!! How can you just flash my picture around?!"
As glad as I am that I will no longer be residing in semi darkness, I was instantly miffed and more than a little horrified that my ma, of all people, had been showcasing her daughter to others. My second thought was, sheesh, which picture did she show him? I sure hope it wasn't that ancient photo of me in specs and my pom-pom hairstyle! Haha...what a moment for my vanity to kick in!
Something is seriously up these days. Just the night before, I had received an SMS from this colleague I had met during my internship days a few years ago. I had to laugh out loud when I read its contents:
"Hi, I would like to introduce my cousin to you. You ok? He is a nice guy. Quite shy..."
Oh man, what's with all these matchmaking business? At 21-ish, 22-to-be, I do not deem it necessary for myself to be matchmade. What's wrong with being happily single? And I believe I've a long way to go before I need to settle down. I'm still a youth, ain't I? I would gladly declare myself past my expiry date if I were to step over the threshold of 35 onwards.
Can I sidetrack? A close friend of mine recently got attached after 21 years of singlehood. I'm deliriously happy for her of course. In fact, we all are! You go, girl! :)
Personally, I don't believe in matchmaking. Meeting someone for the first time, with both of you knowing the intention of the date, is superbly awkward. You will definitely be sizing up the other, assessing his looks, mannerisms and dressing etc etc.
Omg, why did he come in a pink shirt and purple pants?
He looks fine.. but I can't stand the sight of the hairs peeking out of his nostrils!
Gosh, can he talk about something else other than football?
What will come, will come lah. And I would rather wait for the right one than plunge myself into any possibility that comes along. Right??
