Sunday, April 26, 2009
Fateless
As some of you would remember, about a week or so ago, I mentioned about The Man and his sudden re-appearance into my cosy life and proposing a meet up.
It must be a case of no fate between the both of us. No, we didn't meet up.
*****
We had agreed on last Sunday being the day we would meet in Sydney whilst I happen to be there for the weekend to watch the ballet.
On Saturday night where the concert took place, I have left my phone on silent mode and forgot to turn it back to normal mode. By the time I had a look at my mobile phone at 2a.m Sunday morning, I saw a text message that inquired politely if it was still “convenient” to meet up Sunday. To which, I replied yes. But again, I forgot to turn back the normal mode and went to bed without setting the alarm clock.
By the time I woke up at 10.15am a few text messages and voice messages over, I realised I had missed the meeting. The Man had rang early in the morning and proposed to come pick me up at 10am and he was awaiting my reply.
I rang him out of courtesy but he didn't pick up. Just as well, I thought. I was feeling lethargic and had really wanted to have lunch with the older sibling and have a lazy afternoon before DL and Fluffball arrive late afternoon.
Finally, the Man rang and again, his tone was polite and he said how we kept missing each other's call. Turns out he has to meet colleagues now at 12.30pm but how about meeting up later in the evening. I was quick to cut him out and said, no it wouldn't do as I needed to spend time with “my family”. He asked when I was in Sydney until and I told him, the next day. Again, I gave him no chance at re-scheduling and told him I was here also for business (which was true). He mentioned about being here until the following Thursday and I wished him all the best and told him looked like we were going to miss seeing each other. Let's catch up when he relocated permanently in the next couple of months.
“ So you are now living in Sad Town now?” The Man asked curiously.
“Yes,”
“So are you still in recruitment?”
I was never in recruitment. I have once explained to him the difference in my old profession and recruitment. I suddenly had this inkling, which was also my initial instinct that he was hoping to “touch base” (as what corporate type professionals do) for me to look out for a suitable position at his level. As if I hadn't done enough, when I even pointed him to the right direction for a potential role for his wife who was emigrating to Australia for him(whom he married three weeks after fucking me)! Distasteful, I felt.
“No. Haven't been since last May.”
Then I gave him a quick synopsis about my taking time off to Nepal and then the restaurant.
“So what do you do now?”
“I am mostly a housewife now.” I laughed.
The Man said something along the lines of oh. I presumed he got the idea that I was probably married or have settled down.
Then I wrapped up the conversation and wish him all the best.
Whatever ideas which he had, be it using me for a professional agenda or sexual (since he was here for business), I gave him no chance at getting to me. Really, I didn't want to haul my ass and leave my house for him. I don't need to and most importantly, I don't want to.
I never have any lost love for this man. V will remind me that he looked grumpy about taking me home post the sex (after promising) and I remembered his parting line after he kissed me.
“Thanks. It was fun.”
Fun? I felt used and the word inappropriate.
B has to inject wasn't he the guy who had taken Viagra. I was never sure in the dark. Ah well, never mind.
What I know is, I have set the right tone this time and I ain't gonna hear from him again in my life.
Fuck him very much.
As some of you would remember, about a week or so ago, I mentioned about The Man and his sudden re-appearance into my cosy life and proposing a meet up.
It must be a case of no fate between the both of us. No, we didn't meet up.
*****
We had agreed on last Sunday being the day we would meet in Sydney whilst I happen to be there for the weekend to watch the ballet.
On Saturday night where the concert took place, I have left my phone on silent mode and forgot to turn it back to normal mode. By the time I had a look at my mobile phone at 2a.m Sunday morning, I saw a text message that inquired politely if it was still “convenient” to meet up Sunday. To which, I replied yes. But again, I forgot to turn back the normal mode and went to bed without setting the alarm clock.
By the time I woke up at 10.15am a few text messages and voice messages over, I realised I had missed the meeting. The Man had rang early in the morning and proposed to come pick me up at 10am and he was awaiting my reply.
I rang him out of courtesy but he didn't pick up. Just as well, I thought. I was feeling lethargic and had really wanted to have lunch with the older sibling and have a lazy afternoon before DL and Fluffball arrive late afternoon.
Finally, the Man rang and again, his tone was polite and he said how we kept missing each other's call. Turns out he has to meet colleagues now at 12.30pm but how about meeting up later in the evening. I was quick to cut him out and said, no it wouldn't do as I needed to spend time with “my family”. He asked when I was in Sydney until and I told him, the next day. Again, I gave him no chance at re-scheduling and told him I was here also for business (which was true). He mentioned about being here until the following Thursday and I wished him all the best and told him looked like we were going to miss seeing each other. Let's catch up when he relocated permanently in the next couple of months.
“ So you are now living in Sad Town now?” The Man asked curiously.
“Yes,”
“So are you still in recruitment?”
I was never in recruitment. I have once explained to him the difference in my old profession and recruitment. I suddenly had this inkling, which was also my initial instinct that he was hoping to “touch base” (as what corporate type professionals do) for me to look out for a suitable position at his level. As if I hadn't done enough, when I even pointed him to the right direction for a potential role for his wife who was emigrating to Australia for him(whom he married three weeks after fucking me)! Distasteful, I felt.
“No. Haven't been since last May.”
Then I gave him a quick synopsis about my taking time off to Nepal and then the restaurant.
“So what do you do now?”
“I am mostly a housewife now.” I laughed.
The Man said something along the lines of oh. I presumed he got the idea that I was probably married or have settled down.
Then I wrapped up the conversation and wish him all the best.
Whatever ideas which he had, be it using me for a professional agenda or sexual (since he was here for business), I gave him no chance at getting to me. Really, I didn't want to haul my ass and leave my house for him. I don't need to and most importantly, I don't want to.
I never have any lost love for this man. V will remind me that he looked grumpy about taking me home post the sex (after promising) and I remembered his parting line after he kissed me.
“Thanks. It was fun.”
Fun? I felt used and the word inappropriate.
B has to inject wasn't he the guy who had taken Viagra. I was never sure in the dark. Ah well, never mind.
What I know is, I have set the right tone this time and I ain't gonna hear from him again in my life.
Fuck him very much.
