Growing Up

So it's true, I am no longer the woman that I was three years ago.

I've learnt to be a lot more discerning in my choice of a mate.

At the last fellowship event, I was sitting next to this fellow who happened to work in The Sphere too (yet to know which department, as the Sphere is notably heavily staffed). The worse thing is, I found out that he was a member of the Cesspool, which I used to slog for. No wonder he looked so darn familiar. And worse still, a creeping feeling of horror crawled over my flesh to find this well-adjusted young man is a member of the dreaded Cesspool.

I know I'm being unreasonable, and I hate to admit this, but folks from the Cesspool seldom come out smelling fresh, nor good and kind. They are as horrid as the turds that the Cesspool periodically generates at increasing regularity. Unfit for anywhere but the sewage system.

Ok lah, he is a nice man lah, despite membership in a dubious organisation.

The next fellow who sat next to me at dinner was a Candian-born Chinese. K was indeed boisterious, and took to slapping and punching my arm playfully throughout the entire dinner. the final straw came when he draped his arm over the back of my chair and leaned behind me to speak to a Chinese-born girl who kept asking him (and everyone else) about her hair.

B (who's K's acquaintance) caught my discomfiture and yelled to the two them to stop "talking behind my back". Smart B!

Sensing that I seemingly get along well with K, Chris suggested that I get to know K better, as "he's smart, rich, not too bad looking".

Such suggestions usually drive me ballistic. And my face fell as I wished P was around. Even K's cologne threatened to choke me, unlike P's! Or maybe K is leaning a bit too close...

Perhaps 3 years ago, I would have liked K immediately. Now, I'm just very tired out by such personalities.

I must be growing old.