He

HE, who came, whom I would gladly followed ~ left my play

He came….not quietly…not unassumingly…more like a tornado and I felt like Dorothy in Wizard of Oz….surreal… leaving me with a “lost-in-darkness with a goat-playing-the-violin” after-taste

Swept me off my structured world of working from 7am to 6pm, followed by a grueling session in the gym…swept me to a far away land called “SURREAL”

As Hugh Grant put it is succinctly: “Surreal but nice”….

He had a husky sexy voice. I imagined a lanky person immaculately dressed in working attire. But you know what they say abt men with sexy voice?! *sigh*

We met

Alas, he was a disappointment (physically at least!!). Short…horrible hair!...can’t quite pin point, but there is definitely something wrong with his LOOKS (ok, concede..it is not that bad lar…this is vengeful, rejected Leleente venting out)..no dress sense wat so eva!!

Having said that, dinner was splendid! Put me at ease. Was able to open up. Talked and laughed so much my jaws were left open and my dimples went into overtime. We talked for hours.

That is amazing record for me because most times when guys speak, i will have “ally mcbeal”’s urge to cut their tongue or go inside their brains to check if they actually have one!!

Hence, I fell spiraling down…hence the saying goes:

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind" – A Midsummer Night’s Dream, William Shakespeare