Sunday, March 25, 2012
Coming Home
I can't wait to be home in July after three long years.
I am so excited.
I will be home for three weeks. What a treat.
Things will be different as close friends have married and have kids but I reckon the familiar feeling with them will still be the same. After all, there are friends that I have known for most of my life.
I cannot wait.
At the moment, I have stopped working physically in my business. My eczema stricken hands have rendered me an invalid. Even writing with a pen proves to be challenging. The doctor advises at least a month of rest and then more observation. So it could well be indefinite.
So at the spur of the moment, I have decided to book myself a ticket to go home. Well, of course after a bit of "consulting" with DL to check if he will be alright to manage the business and take care of the home (i.e dog) while I am away (having fun). And of course, he must say yes. And make sure I bring back the Ba Gua (Dried BBQ Pork) or my mission back home is failed, he said cheekily. I'll try, I'll try, I said.
So it's gonna be three awesome weeks. I better start working on myself.
I sent out a number of smses to close friends and then the Old Boy. He replied immediately, "Coolz. Tat's great news! Plenty of time to catch up eh? but still some months away. Put in some exercise so u hav an excuse to pig out!"
Well, hell yeah. I will be back to paint the town red:)
I can't wait to be home in July after three long years.
I am so excited.
I will be home for three weeks. What a treat.
Things will be different as close friends have married and have kids but I reckon the familiar feeling with them will still be the same. After all, there are friends that I have known for most of my life.
I cannot wait.
At the moment, I have stopped working physically in my business. My eczema stricken hands have rendered me an invalid. Even writing with a pen proves to be challenging. The doctor advises at least a month of rest and then more observation. So it could well be indefinite.
So at the spur of the moment, I have decided to book myself a ticket to go home. Well, of course after a bit of "consulting" with DL to check if he will be alright to manage the business and take care of the home (i.e dog) while I am away (having fun). And of course, he must say yes. And make sure I bring back the Ba Gua (Dried BBQ Pork) or my mission back home is failed, he said cheekily. I'll try, I'll try, I said.
So it's gonna be three awesome weeks. I better start working on myself.
I sent out a number of smses to close friends and then the Old Boy. He replied immediately, "Coolz. Tat's great news! Plenty of time to catch up eh? but still some months away. Put in some exercise so u hav an excuse to pig out!"
Well, hell yeah. I will be back to paint the town red:)
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Of Meetings and Old Loves...
Finally, after two and a half year, the Dope and I have finally meet up again.
As a very busy man who is out of the country three weeks out of each month, he had only fifteen minutes for me between meetings.
Since our last meeting and now, Dope has made a huge comeback in his career from being someone jobless for months due to the GFC redundancy to the most senior staff in his current team that has been given four pay rises within these couple of years. He has also bought himself a lovely yuppie bachelor loftstyle pad in the heart of the city. He is on a career roll.
The catch up was civil. We met up at the Queen Victoria Building and went to a nearby cafe for tea.
I was conscious of his time.
He kept trying to search me, I felt, by looking somewhat meaningfully in my eyes, perhaps to capture a connection we once felt in our past.
I was polite and asked about his work, travels and his new apartment.
He mentioned about how the removalists had broken his washing machine and fridge whilst moving his belongings and he had to get them all replaced.
"Hmm, that must be so annoying, I bet," I said.
He nodded his head.
"And I bet you must have spent a fortune replacing them, knowing how you would only pick the top of the range ones," I smiled.
"It's Ok..." he smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
" Well, you still know me best." He then continued and looked into my eyes smiling sheepishly.
I reminded him it's 4 O'clock. He said he could push it for another five more minutes.
More small talk and then I saw him looking at his time. I decided to say our goodbyes.
"Sorry..." he said.
"It's cool. You better get going. Another time."
We got up and he tried to hug me.
I reciprocated hastily. I am not used to him taking the intiative. In the past, I was the person who would reach out first to attempt to make a connection with this elusive grey arrangement of a lover.
****
I continued walking down George Street to Chinatown to think about what food I should buying back to Sad Town for DL before I board the bus back home.
An sms came in.
Good to see you.
A few sms exchanges later, he wrote: " sigh. I look in ur eyes and a lot of ur passion has abated..."
Perhaps.
Finally, after two and a half year, the Dope and I have finally meet up again.
As a very busy man who is out of the country three weeks out of each month, he had only fifteen minutes for me between meetings.
Since our last meeting and now, Dope has made a huge comeback in his career from being someone jobless for months due to the GFC redundancy to the most senior staff in his current team that has been given four pay rises within these couple of years. He has also bought himself a lovely yuppie bachelor loftstyle pad in the heart of the city. He is on a career roll.
The catch up was civil. We met up at the Queen Victoria Building and went to a nearby cafe for tea.
I was conscious of his time.
He kept trying to search me, I felt, by looking somewhat meaningfully in my eyes, perhaps to capture a connection we once felt in our past.
I was polite and asked about his work, travels and his new apartment.
He mentioned about how the removalists had broken his washing machine and fridge whilst moving his belongings and he had to get them all replaced.
"Hmm, that must be so annoying, I bet," I said.
He nodded his head.
"And I bet you must have spent a fortune replacing them, knowing how you would only pick the top of the range ones," I smiled.
"It's Ok..." he smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
" Well, you still know me best." He then continued and looked into my eyes smiling sheepishly.
I reminded him it's 4 O'clock. He said he could push it for another five more minutes.
More small talk and then I saw him looking at his time. I decided to say our goodbyes.
"Sorry..." he said.
"It's cool. You better get going. Another time."
We got up and he tried to hug me.
I reciprocated hastily. I am not used to him taking the intiative. In the past, I was the person who would reach out first to attempt to make a connection with this elusive grey arrangement of a lover.
****
I continued walking down George Street to Chinatown to think about what food I should buying back to Sad Town for DL before I board the bus back home.
An sms came in.
Good to see you.
A few sms exchanges later, he wrote: " sigh. I look in ur eyes and a lot of ur passion has abated..."
Perhaps.
Monday, March 05, 2012
An After thought ...
to two posts back.
If I could have 48 hours a day, does that mean I would have been only 17.5 years old?:)
Or if I could have 36 hours a day, I would have been around 22 years old?
to two posts back.
If I could have 48 hours a day, does that mean I would have been only 17.5 years old?:)
Or if I could have 36 hours a day, I would have been around 22 years old?
Affairs...
taking place after aged thirty seems to take on a different feel from the wild and maniac days of the errant twenties.
One fellow male blogger friend of mine who is quite the casanova and had a track record of having one or more salacious affair after another seemed to have trimmed down the number of female company he keeps, which he had written to say it was by choice. His recent entries have also taken a more emotional bent for a supposedly special someone in his latest illicit affair. So the old lion has mellowed down over time, perhaps looking for more "quality" than "quantity".
Interesting observation, I thought for a guy who seemed to have an insatiable quest and lust for women. He is the typical alpha male and I have known this dude for a good number of years now. He seemed to be slowing down- no, not out of guilt or carnal stamina but perhaps embracing a different outlook to the notion of intimacy. Instead of having a harem of girls to muck around with, he is taking time to have fun with this one lover and knowing her a lot more intimately. Inevitably, this makes one a little more sentimental I would imagine.
So that's my friend who is male and who is in his thirties.
I must have been told by various people that a man's libido decreases with age whilst a woman's libido increases with age.
That must be true for some woman although I find it hard to believe for most women given that by the time they past aged 30s, many would have had begun their child bearing duties (would be the last call if anyone wants to bake their muffin really before the dreadful big 4 "0" comes about). So tasked with the mundane duties of feeding and caring for burping and pooping little machines whilst juggling with working (it would be safe to say most mothers have to work), where is there the time to make love or have some fun?
Well, it sounds like a gross generalisation above but what I am trying to illustrate is that even if a woman's has increased libido due to changes in the chemical function within her body, I mean do people really, really get a lot more excitable sexually if they are tasked with so many things that is required to be done in their waking hours? Sex does requires a lot of stamina as we know.
In my limited opportunities for sex nowadays (and perhaps due to the lack of practice) with my partner, DL, I wonder if I was going to die of heart attack during each session. I often wonder if my heart was going to explode.
******
At aged (turning) 33, it is quite safe to say I haven't any bad emotional hang ups from my twenties overspilling to my thirties.
Yes, I still think of the Old Boy a lot and we exchanged emails every so often and I still love him dearly and care for him as a person. But I have definitely weaned off the manic and overly sentimental obsession I had of him.
To say the least, I have made peace with myself and then with the larger aspects of my life and my relationships with each and every encounter that I have had. I have learnt something from everyone.
My twenties was fraught with much emotional trauma due to various reasons and my lack of experience and a sense of emptiness and self-love.
And today, I am a lot more centered as a person and I attribute that to my growing up spiritually and emotionally. Much as I hate to admit that my growing age has a lot to do with this as I have gone through my life with increased and varied experiences that led to my growing up a little more and a little wiser at times.
So my focus is on me, my business and figuring out my relationship with DL, which is akin to a dead flame in the carnal department. Some days it feels like a death sentence and without the sealing of marriage vows in place, no bedroom activities but the need to stay monogamous plus constant bickering regarding the business, it seems to be heading doomsday. How could two persons who supposedly love each other get it so wrong? What we lack in passion, our commitment to the relationship makes up for it.
****
In her thirties, the least of her concerns are men or be involved in any illicit or emotional affairs with men to be precise.
She has become a more focused person with a plan to get through her life with her partner, although she must admit they do have lots to sort out and seeing a relationship counsellor will be an inevitable course of action that they have to undertake if they meant to move forward and finally see any progress in this long and dark joint journey.
Along the way, she still gets the propositions from ex-lovers or ex-partners of grey arrangements. She stood firm and said no, not out of guilt but to be precise, more out of the lack of a combination of interest and libido and an increasing commitment to her relationship.
When she catches up with some of them occasionally as she still regards some of these people as her friends, she wears no make up or makes any attempt to dress up due to a lack of laziness and perhaps to put them off should they still have any illicit desires for her.
It didn't work for one particular person, whom over the years had tried to come back into her life with little success.
Lately, he managed to come back into her life as she has been making more frequent trips to Sydney and he lives in the same area as her older sibling, which made catching up a lot easier for her when she needs someone to fill in on her spare time. He was always available to keep her company although just like Dope and many of the other professional men that she has been with, he has become a very busy man in the business of managing other people's money. He drives a nice 5 series BMW and now has a stay at home wife and a young baby girl.
They have met up a couple of times since she started coming to Sydney almost weekly and their outings will consist of drinking at the suburban wine bars and dining at the local restaurants.
The first outing after a number of drinks, he proposed taking her to the local wharf club for one last drink before they called it a night, which she said yes.
When they arrived, the wharf club had just closed and they headed back towards the dark carpark. Inside the car, he led her face by her chin to kiss her and then climbed over to her seat as he reclined her seat. He ravaged and kissed her passionately around her ears, neck and her breasts as her her spaghetti straps slipped off her shoulders. Whilst he was busy touching and feeling her with his mouth and one hand, he used his other hand to reach for a condom in his wallet. She wasn't expecting to get laid. She said no, even when he pleaded for her to let him. He was allowed to touch but not fuck her.
It's always during one of these moments when she is being ravaged that her mind wandered off to somewhere else. Yes, she liked the fact that he played with her boobs which must have been left untouched for years, her mind privately giggled. But most of time, her libido was naught.
When he was done with her, they got up to tidy themselves and as he drove out of the carpark.
"Hey, this place looks familiar..." she said.
"Yes, I think we have driven past here before. My old apartment was not far from here and this was where I used to catch the ferry to work," he said.
"Yes, I remember now..." she said.
That was six years ago when they did the dirty.
Last weekend, they went out and had dinner at the local Japanese restaurant. He then took her to the wharf club for one drink and suggested they would call it a night after that, which again she had no objections. They were civil throughout dinner and definitely NOT tipsy like the last outing.
After the drink, she got into the car and strapped on the seat belt, ready to go home. Again, he led her face to him and kissed her. She knew the drill and this time round, she unbuckled her seat belt and climbed to sit on his lap. He reclined his chair and flipped her to lay on the seat whilst he climbed on top of her. He stripped her off her cardigan and let the lingerie looking spaghetti top slide off her shoulders whilst he was all mouth and hands over her. He lifted her skirt and started to insert his finger into her through the side of her thong. He then stripped off her lace thongs whilst she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans and gave him a good wank.
She was waiting to feel aroused with her own initiative but she felt nothing. She definitely didn't want to add on to new numbers in her sex count list and perhaps deep inside, she wanted to find out if she had completely lost her mojo or was it a fire that is re-kindleable? After all, she is only turning 33 and assuming she has another 50 years or so to live, the thought of losing your libido was kindda scary.
Finally, he decided to take her. As usual, he took out the condom. For paranoia that he might not put in on properly in the dark, she decided to give him a hand. He inserted himself inside her and she tried to move her hips to his rhythm whilst she tightened her grip of his engouged rod. He squeezed her bare ass. During this time whilst he was all over her, she smelled the scent of his cologne. It must be Hugo Boss or something, something that her own partner uses and also a boyfriend (which coincidentally happened to be his birthday that night) from her teens. After a while and what must have felt like quite a while (her mind was wondering when he would cum), he got out of her. He had quickened his moves was breathless. He finally slowed down and she but she wasn't sure if he came. His manhood still felt rather hard in the dark. She pulled off his condom and threw out of the car. He fumbled for her panties which she put it on promptly and climbed back to her seat. In the dark, he got out of the car to tuck his rod in and to zip up his jeans and buckle his belt. But the lights of the car kept lighting up each time the door gets open and they looked at each other and laugh amusedly.
Once he got dressed, he promptly started the engine and drove her back to her house which was no more than four minutes away.
It felt so transactional but at the same time, it didn't hurt her like it would have in the past.
They drove out of the carpark and up a dark road before they got into a dimly lit street with a row of shops on each side.
"Was that your old apartment?" she asked.
"Yes."
"And that pizza shop is the same pizza place where we had pizza before?"
"Yup," he said.
That was six years ago.
She pulled down the sun shader and slided open the mirror to check her hair and teeth.
He followed suit and did the same.
He turned and smiled at her.
He reached for his bottle of chewing gum and offered it to her. She took one and then he popped another one into his mouth.
"Feels like being in college all over again eh?" he looked at her and laughed.
She gave a little laugh. "Yes, indeed."
Then there was silence.
She was waiting on who will speak first.
"When was the last time you had action?" he started talking.
"What do you mean. With anyone you mean?"
"I mean with your partner or anyone."
"Last August."
"You mean 2011?" he asked, slightly amazed.
"Yes."
"How did that happen?" he asked.
"Well... I don't know. Too many issues I guess and being together for so long...We need relationship counselling."
"Does it work though?"
"It will."
"Any you? When did you last have action?"
"Last week."
"With your wife or someone else?"
"My wife. But when you have a kid, you go through periods where there is nothing for a whole year..."
Excuses, she privately thought. But who is she to judge?
She wasn't as curious as he was about his personal life.
She gathered he must have lied to take her out for dinner (plus a nice bottle of wine) on a Saturday night at 8pm.
He must have stopped wearing his wedding ring for quite a while now, which she noted when he made a sudden visit to her in Sad Town in June 2010. The baby chair in the backside of the car is a reminder of his family obligations back home.
She arrived home at 11.30pm.
"I had fun tonight," he said quietly as she got ready to get out of the car.
It seemed to be his closing line each time. Six years ago and now.
In the past, she would have taken offence.
But now, it didn't hold any meaning to her.
She smiled back at him. "Me too."
"I'll see you again," he said.
"I am sure you will at some stage. Bye now."
At age 33, she felt at peace. Almost nothing. No after sex sentimentality or pining after a person post sex.
Affairs are as they are- quite the opposite of her casanova male friend.
She still likes the familiarity of the voice of her partner and that one day, she is the finally the errant ship who could docked in her harbour and hang up those sails for good.
This time round, for real.
taking place after aged thirty seems to take on a different feel from the wild and maniac days of the errant twenties.
One fellow male blogger friend of mine who is quite the casanova and had a track record of having one or more salacious affair after another seemed to have trimmed down the number of female company he keeps, which he had written to say it was by choice. His recent entries have also taken a more emotional bent for a supposedly special someone in his latest illicit affair. So the old lion has mellowed down over time, perhaps looking for more "quality" than "quantity".
Interesting observation, I thought for a guy who seemed to have an insatiable quest and lust for women. He is the typical alpha male and I have known this dude for a good number of years now. He seemed to be slowing down- no, not out of guilt or carnal stamina but perhaps embracing a different outlook to the notion of intimacy. Instead of having a harem of girls to muck around with, he is taking time to have fun with this one lover and knowing her a lot more intimately. Inevitably, this makes one a little more sentimental I would imagine.
So that's my friend who is male and who is in his thirties.
I must have been told by various people that a man's libido decreases with age whilst a woman's libido increases with age.
That must be true for some woman although I find it hard to believe for most women given that by the time they past aged 30s, many would have had begun their child bearing duties (would be the last call if anyone wants to bake their muffin really before the dreadful big 4 "0" comes about). So tasked with the mundane duties of feeding and caring for burping and pooping little machines whilst juggling with working (it would be safe to say most mothers have to work), where is there the time to make love or have some fun?
Well, it sounds like a gross generalisation above but what I am trying to illustrate is that even if a woman's has increased libido due to changes in the chemical function within her body, I mean do people really, really get a lot more excitable sexually if they are tasked with so many things that is required to be done in their waking hours? Sex does requires a lot of stamina as we know.
In my limited opportunities for sex nowadays (and perhaps due to the lack of practice) with my partner, DL, I wonder if I was going to die of heart attack during each session. I often wonder if my heart was going to explode.
******
At aged (turning) 33, it is quite safe to say I haven't any bad emotional hang ups from my twenties overspilling to my thirties.
Yes, I still think of the Old Boy a lot and we exchanged emails every so often and I still love him dearly and care for him as a person. But I have definitely weaned off the manic and overly sentimental obsession I had of him.
To say the least, I have made peace with myself and then with the larger aspects of my life and my relationships with each and every encounter that I have had. I have learnt something from everyone.
My twenties was fraught with much emotional trauma due to various reasons and my lack of experience and a sense of emptiness and self-love.
And today, I am a lot more centered as a person and I attribute that to my growing up spiritually and emotionally. Much as I hate to admit that my growing age has a lot to do with this as I have gone through my life with increased and varied experiences that led to my growing up a little more and a little wiser at times.
So my focus is on me, my business and figuring out my relationship with DL, which is akin to a dead flame in the carnal department. Some days it feels like a death sentence and without the sealing of marriage vows in place, no bedroom activities but the need to stay monogamous plus constant bickering regarding the business, it seems to be heading doomsday. How could two persons who supposedly love each other get it so wrong? What we lack in passion, our commitment to the relationship makes up for it.
****
In her thirties, the least of her concerns are men or be involved in any illicit or emotional affairs with men to be precise.
She has become a more focused person with a plan to get through her life with her partner, although she must admit they do have lots to sort out and seeing a relationship counsellor will be an inevitable course of action that they have to undertake if they meant to move forward and finally see any progress in this long and dark joint journey.
Along the way, she still gets the propositions from ex-lovers or ex-partners of grey arrangements. She stood firm and said no, not out of guilt but to be precise, more out of the lack of a combination of interest and libido and an increasing commitment to her relationship.
When she catches up with some of them occasionally as she still regards some of these people as her friends, she wears no make up or makes any attempt to dress up due to a lack of laziness and perhaps to put them off should they still have any illicit desires for her.
It didn't work for one particular person, whom over the years had tried to come back into her life with little success.
Lately, he managed to come back into her life as she has been making more frequent trips to Sydney and he lives in the same area as her older sibling, which made catching up a lot easier for her when she needs someone to fill in on her spare time. He was always available to keep her company although just like Dope and many of the other professional men that she has been with, he has become a very busy man in the business of managing other people's money. He drives a nice 5 series BMW and now has a stay at home wife and a young baby girl.
They have met up a couple of times since she started coming to Sydney almost weekly and their outings will consist of drinking at the suburban wine bars and dining at the local restaurants.
The first outing after a number of drinks, he proposed taking her to the local wharf club for one last drink before they called it a night, which she said yes.
When they arrived, the wharf club had just closed and they headed back towards the dark carpark. Inside the car, he led her face by her chin to kiss her and then climbed over to her seat as he reclined her seat. He ravaged and kissed her passionately around her ears, neck and her breasts as her her spaghetti straps slipped off her shoulders. Whilst he was busy touching and feeling her with his mouth and one hand, he used his other hand to reach for a condom in his wallet. She wasn't expecting to get laid. She said no, even when he pleaded for her to let him. He was allowed to touch but not fuck her.
It's always during one of these moments when she is being ravaged that her mind wandered off to somewhere else. Yes, she liked the fact that he played with her boobs which must have been left untouched for years, her mind privately giggled. But most of time, her libido was naught.
When he was done with her, they got up to tidy themselves and as he drove out of the carpark.
"Hey, this place looks familiar..." she said.
"Yes, I think we have driven past here before. My old apartment was not far from here and this was where I used to catch the ferry to work," he said.
"Yes, I remember now..." she said.
That was six years ago when they did the dirty.
Last weekend, they went out and had dinner at the local Japanese restaurant. He then took her to the wharf club for one drink and suggested they would call it a night after that, which again she had no objections. They were civil throughout dinner and definitely NOT tipsy like the last outing.
After the drink, she got into the car and strapped on the seat belt, ready to go home. Again, he led her face to him and kissed her. She knew the drill and this time round, she unbuckled her seat belt and climbed to sit on his lap. He reclined his chair and flipped her to lay on the seat whilst he climbed on top of her. He stripped her off her cardigan and let the lingerie looking spaghetti top slide off her shoulders whilst he was all mouth and hands over her. He lifted her skirt and started to insert his finger into her through the side of her thong. He then stripped off her lace thongs whilst she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans and gave him a good wank.
She was waiting to feel aroused with her own initiative but she felt nothing. She definitely didn't want to add on to new numbers in her sex count list and perhaps deep inside, she wanted to find out if she had completely lost her mojo or was it a fire that is re-kindleable? After all, she is only turning 33 and assuming she has another 50 years or so to live, the thought of losing your libido was kindda scary.
Finally, he decided to take her. As usual, he took out the condom. For paranoia that he might not put in on properly in the dark, she decided to give him a hand. He inserted himself inside her and she tried to move her hips to his rhythm whilst she tightened her grip of his engouged rod. He squeezed her bare ass. During this time whilst he was all over her, she smelled the scent of his cologne. It must be Hugo Boss or something, something that her own partner uses and also a boyfriend (which coincidentally happened to be his birthday that night) from her teens. After a while and what must have felt like quite a while (her mind was wondering when he would cum), he got out of her. He had quickened his moves was breathless. He finally slowed down and she but she wasn't sure if he came. His manhood still felt rather hard in the dark. She pulled off his condom and threw out of the car. He fumbled for her panties which she put it on promptly and climbed back to her seat. In the dark, he got out of the car to tuck his rod in and to zip up his jeans and buckle his belt. But the lights of the car kept lighting up each time the door gets open and they looked at each other and laugh amusedly.
Once he got dressed, he promptly started the engine and drove her back to her house which was no more than four minutes away.
It felt so transactional but at the same time, it didn't hurt her like it would have in the past.
They drove out of the carpark and up a dark road before they got into a dimly lit street with a row of shops on each side.
"Was that your old apartment?" she asked.
"Yes."
"And that pizza shop is the same pizza place where we had pizza before?"
"Yup," he said.
That was six years ago.
She pulled down the sun shader and slided open the mirror to check her hair and teeth.
He followed suit and did the same.
He turned and smiled at her.
He reached for his bottle of chewing gum and offered it to her. She took one and then he popped another one into his mouth.
"Feels like being in college all over again eh?" he looked at her and laughed.
She gave a little laugh. "Yes, indeed."
Then there was silence.
She was waiting on who will speak first.
"When was the last time you had action?" he started talking.
"What do you mean. With anyone you mean?"
"I mean with your partner or anyone."
"Last August."
"You mean 2011?" he asked, slightly amazed.
"Yes."
"How did that happen?" he asked.
"Well... I don't know. Too many issues I guess and being together for so long...We need relationship counselling."
"Does it work though?"
"It will."
"Any you? When did you last have action?"
"Last week."
"With your wife or someone else?"
"My wife. But when you have a kid, you go through periods where there is nothing for a whole year..."
Excuses, she privately thought. But who is she to judge?
She wasn't as curious as he was about his personal life.
She gathered he must have lied to take her out for dinner (plus a nice bottle of wine) on a Saturday night at 8pm.
He must have stopped wearing his wedding ring for quite a while now, which she noted when he made a sudden visit to her in Sad Town in June 2010. The baby chair in the backside of the car is a reminder of his family obligations back home.
She arrived home at 11.30pm.
"I had fun tonight," he said quietly as she got ready to get out of the car.
It seemed to be his closing line each time. Six years ago and now.
In the past, she would have taken offence.
But now, it didn't hold any meaning to her.
She smiled back at him. "Me too."
"I'll see you again," he said.
"I am sure you will at some stage. Bye now."
At age 33, she felt at peace. Almost nothing. No after sex sentimentality or pining after a person post sex.
Affairs are as they are- quite the opposite of her casanova male friend.
She still likes the familiarity of the voice of her partner and that one day, she is the finally the errant ship who could docked in her harbour and hang up those sails for good.
This time round, for real.
