You think too highly of me man... the only way I handle KC is not to do it in the first place! But I always felt I was safe because I have to sian them in order for KC to happen... and everyone knows I don't sian charbor. I only know how to play until I song-song, pay up and leave.
16th April 2006 (Sunday): continued
So here I was seriously panicking and fumbling for a tissue. The last time a girl cried over something I did was about 13 years ago. Not something I'm prepared for. Sting did me the favour of sending her Reviewiend home while I took a long walk with her around Kallang, eventually hailing a cab to ECP again.
We walked as I tried to pacify her, but I was trying to use skills I haven't used since... forever. It seemed like a lost cause. We ended up having a drink at Macs.
Finally, I decided: to hell with trying to speak powderful Chinese. My Chinese is not powderful, so if I look like an idiot, so be it.
Me: "I need to tell you something, but don't get angry, OK?"
Her: (silent nod)
Me: "Give me a moment to figure out what I want to say...."
A few moments passed while I searched for the right words. She was staring at me and I was having trouble concentrating.
Me: "OK, you know I've been chionging since the last World Cup, which is... 4 years ago? "
Her: (silent nod)
Me: "In those 4 years, no woman has ever been that... nice... to me. I only know how to give money and go."
Me: "So... I... don't... know how to... settle? No, not settle. I meant take care. No... no. I mean handle. Yeah."
At this point I was searching for the right word, but again I lost concentration. I must have really looked like an idiot because to my annoyance and surprise, she started giggling. GIGGLING!
OK, maybe it's an improvement Reviewom crying, but not a nice one.
Me: "So sometimes if I'm a bit careless with your feelings... please don't hold it against me."
OK, she was smiling. PMS really makes a woman erratic.
Me: "If you like, I can take a day off. We go somewhere nice..."
Her: "No need to go to so much trouble."
Me: "You're worth so much trouble."
At this point, a strange expression came over her face and I thought she was going to dump her hot teh-O all over me. Another few tense moments passed.
Her: "Let's go, quickly."
Me: "Why?"
Her: "Are you really so short-sighted that you can't see something is happening?"
Me: "What?" I was looking around expecting AV or mata.
Her: "Idiot, I'm about to cry again. Let's go before they think you're ill-treating me."
Once outside...
Me: "OK, what was it I said this time?"
Her: "You must know that when something you say touches a woman's heart, tears fall easily."
Now I was really lost. PMS is a dangerous thing. Things seemed better now, but she didn't hold my hand as firmly as before. Her hugs weren't as responsive and her kissing was... limp. I sent her home and left.
Maybe I've blown it. Maybe I haven't. But I guess no use dwelling on it now. I just wrote all these down so that I'll have something to remember if it all fizzles out.... what a pity it would be. She really gave some fantastic service.
That's it for the story. Thanks for your patience