I was having a chat with my ma earlier when she asked me [out of the blue] whether I had a boyfriend. It was not so much a question but a statement. She was so sure that I had one.
Even when I told her that I did not, she still believed that I was hiding something. So instead, I assured her that I will be on the lookout.
And yes ma, I will dress up everyday.
Okay ma, I will wear perfume.
No ma, I do not know why such a beautiful girl like me does not have a boyfriend.
The last time my ma asked me whether I had a boyfriend, I was actually seeing Winnie. Yes, Winnie. Like the Pooh but not quite.
Tho it did end up quite pooh-poohish as he decided to tell me months later that he had a girlfriend.
And it was not even a confession that he had a girlfriend. It was a heads up that she was going to call me. Yes, at times like that you wonder how you could have possibly missed the fact that the guy that you were seeing had a girlfriend.
Infactuated would have been the word to describe how I was before the call. And absolutely smashed/heart-ripped-out-from-my-back to describe how I was after.
You live, you learn.
Here's to knowing when to press the delete button.
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