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Saturday, January 06, 2007
 
My Magic Number lies between 15 and 25. Take a guess, anybody?

So after a long debaucherous and humourless(not) ponder about our non-existent love/sex life, we're still back at "Why is it just us?", and we're reduced to being white gay men in asian women bodies/any gay man in women bodies, or just plain butch. Gee, the future sure looks promising doesn't it?

Why is it that some people are driving potential suitors away in droves, and we're still sitting on our asses, drowning our sorrows in gin in the neighbourhood watering-hole/auntie-pub on a Friday night, looking forward to sleeping in on the weekend, when other people our age are going out and getting trashed? I am awake, and I'm at home on a Friday night, at 1.33am. This cannot be happening. I feel like I'm being cheated of my Friday night. I've waited 6days to Friday, and I'm not even getting trashed and blind. have I truly grown old before my time? Should I just go and put myself out there, as they say? But I'm too chicken, and too cynical to be playing that field. I'm just gonna content myself with... alcohol, and cake, and the company of other single friends... I'm living the life of a 22 year old spinster basically. Welcome to the Asian version of the Bridget Jones Diary, minus the suave wanker-of-a-boss Hugh Grant, and the cool brooding I-love-you-just-as-you-are Colin Firth. Not much of a best seller is it?

Oh how I wish I could just be daring and just do it, damn my fear of rejection and chicken sized gut.

 

 
   
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