Saying Goodbye..

I just sold my first car..

Had a lot of great memories in that car… I never thought I’d be this sorry to see it go… the trips to Senayan with buddies on our weekly (ok, maybe monthly..) squash games, the heartbreaks, dates with a certain celebrity with huge eyes, killer legs..and an explosive personality to match…..and the last, a “friendly” conversation with a bushy moustached police, a pothole…and, of course, with the vivacious Ms. MES, it was memorable in more ways than one.

Really, really felt that a chunk of my life has gone… never to return.. funny how one can feel so bad about missing a car…I haven’t even named the car yet…
A picture of it on the blog, a momento, of the good times we had together, before it leaves for its new owner…

Romance, and all that entails...

On a ride home she said to me..” you know Wilson, you’re so not romantic! “
Jolted and ever-so-slightly stung, I challenged her “not romantic, me? In what way? Please define Romantic ? “
She mentioned, a little too quickly, perhaps… “ Romantic… is being there when they need you..action, rather than words..”
“you… don’t seem to need anybody..you don’t show enough care”

I didn’t challenge her any further, for fear of sounding “Non Romantic”.
Perhaps I should. This puzzles me. A guy is always around when they’re interested in a person. It’s not that hard to do..
Whether we care or not, is another thing. Some guys can fake it, some cannot… , how can you care so much if you’ve only just met that particular person?

I think women just want to be fooled a little more… an show of affection, an extravagant show of attention, all in the name of
“I care about you”..and have women swoon with “oh, he’s sooo romantic!... he’s the man for me…”

Do I care about what she thinks? Well, yes, maybe, a little… that should tell you about my frame of mind at this moment… as for the rest..I’ll keep it to myself at this time…

Shampoo

Had the most interesting experience yesterday…

A friend, shall we say, a metrosexual fashionista male friend… forced me to a hair salon yesterday, all the while muttering “Wilson, your hair is so unfashionable…boring… you need a haircut”… and stuff like…” you need new clothes, polo shirt is SO out of date, I can’t go clubbing with you with THAT kind of shirt…”

I expected to have a nauseating, deadly boring experience (a.k.a. waiting for your mom in hair salon and listening to middle-aged customer’s mindless drivel with a perpetual half-smile pasted on your face)…

But surprisingly enough…what followed was one of the most relaxing hour I’ve had in recent memory. The place was quiet, the interior classy, the conversations, discreet.. and the hair wash… divine…… I’m really beginning to see why women enjoy going to the salon so much… I could really get used to this…

As for the haircut..let’s just say that I had one of those so-called new “edgy” style haircut, replete with the spiky antenna-like protuberations…. As to which my friend pronounced as “excellent, very fresh!” ….to be honest, I really can’t see what the fuss is all about…. It looks like a volleyball with an angry porcupine on top… ?
Anyway, regardless of hair style, if given the choice, I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat…

Bluecactus, still missing your hengky tandayu? :-)