Storms are good for dramas.

Like, seriously.

Thunders, howling wind, white mist of heavy downpours… woohoo, perfect concoction of something brewing.

Some people are going to think I have no right to blog about what I going to, but oh well, whatever!

After a long week, and a few boring weekends, I thought I would drag my sorry ass out to just, you know, catch up with people I haven’t done so in a long, long while.

Just when I called up a friend who is back in town, I had 3 other invitations to head out on a Friday night.

With the past quiet weekends, it was definitely unexpected.

One of whom, say, A, is a guy whom I thought I could potentially see.

I called back to ask him what are his plans and yadda yadda.

So anyway, I decided to head out with my friend instead, since I really wanted to treat him, and I thought he was feeling a bit down and needed a little company.

However much I was reluctant to head out, I was determined to stay awake.

I went Thumper.

I slumped in the couch and just… lazed.

A and I exchanged messages, and he said Thumper is boring and thus he wouldn’t be heading down. I thought it was alright cos I was with my friends nonetheless.

They decided to head to Le Noir, I sat on a stool in a corner by myself and stoned until they were done.

Then, it was Zouk.

I so much wanted to just.. you know, bail out cos it was so not for me. I was sitting by myself most of the night people-watching, and was slowly zoning out.

I caught a glimpse of the stormy weather, and cursed slightly. I had so much wanted to head home.

So I headed back into members’ and just.. lazed in a corner by myself, with my head bowed and SMSing furiously.

And then…………

I glanced to my side and saw a familiar figure.

A.

He was strutting in, with a chick following behind him…. and he was holding her hand.

-Utter horror- Wait a minute. Utter horror is an understatement.

I immediately bowed my head and hoped no one sees me.

I grabbed my bag and then snuck out of the very packed crowd hoping no one seeing me making my escape.

I went out and saw the horrendous queue, flooded floor, and my Nine West shoes and jeans got really wet.

There was no way I could have gotten home.

Maybe there was disappointment, maybe there was just plenty of embarrassment and awkwardness.

I thought it would be easier if he didn’t see me.

Anyway.

I stood there like an idiot, and thought I would just join my friends.

My friend met me outside and brought me in after I dialled for emergency call to Germany to Effy.

I was still too shy, and decided to stick to a girl pal who went to the unisex toilet, instead of heading back. I was thinking of removing my very wet jeans, and wore my top as a dress.

And… like the life of a drama mama… shit happened.

Hahaha, he was right in front of the queue, and I didn’t even realise that! See, that’s the importance of checking your blind spot!

He came up and spoke to me, trying to make me lean in close, and then he held my hand, with his free hand stroking my face and sweeping a stray strand of hair away from my face.

How sweet. What a charmer. How nice. How… absofuckinglutely fabulous! Altogether now.. “Awww….”.

It was so obvious that I was pretty distant and it was even awkward to look at him in the eyes as I tried to smile, like usual.

It was so awkward that the guy at the back was like sneering when he walked away cos the guy behind us thought he was just some guy hitting on me and was making me feeling extremely, terribly, awfully, uncomfortable.

He made a snide remark and made all of us laughed. Though I laughed along, I was thinking to myself how I could have said he was someone I could potentially see. Muahaha. That would have been really funny.

So anyway.

When I got back to my friends, I passed A and his date, and they were canoodling, cuddling.. and very cosy.

Uhhhhhh huhhhh. I decided to make my quick exit gracefully.

Without saying bye. Muahahaa.

A bit the disappointing, and I wasn’t the only one feeling it.

And then!

Ah ha! Best bit was when we had further SMS exchanges, I then realised it was nightclub girl.

Wow. It is like.. you know I didn’t meet him, and then he got himself a nightclub girl? Or is my company is like, not as good as a nightclub girl thus, he didn’t join me at Thumper. Or my usual company is like one of the nightclub girls? Then man, I have really been cheap! Cos it would be more expensive to bring her out than me!

I think he had thought I would be at Thumper and didn’t expect I would turn up at Zouk where he brought his date to.

Hurhurhur.

Here was how the exchanges went.

He said not his girlfriend. Someone he just met.

I said the more he should make it worthwhile.

He said for company only. No chemistry.

I didn’t reply and he replied with abhorring audacity that… “I feel happier with you.”

NAH BEH! Compare me to nightclub girl! Sheer class.

I said. Whatever is good enough for holding hands and cuddling is good enough for other things…. (you know what I mean?)

And he replied how he would put his arms around his guy pals’ too.

Uh…. hooookaaaaaaayyy.

I didn’t reply him cos I gotten home and my baby and parents were just getting ready to head out(they woke up at 4.45am) to Genting.

My baby was so impossibly cute. And it is such a blessing to be able to kiss her goodnight and kiss her every morning before I go work.

And he messaged me again that he will call me tomorrow.

I don’t think so, honey.

Tsk tsk.

Another one bites the dust.