You Can Fall In Love, But With Dignity And Grace

When it comes to picking guys, most girls are fussier than severely malnutritioned kids who refuse to eat their greens. I mean, they're kids, and green is not exactly the most appetizing of colours to appear on edible items. Kids who watch TV somehow learn that green and red are the general colours for evil due to the graphic representation of toxic slime and perhaps the devil's arse (green and red respectively; though sometimes the opposite could be true as well). Later when the same kids grow up, they realize that green and red are still just as evil. It's a big conspiracy by the major toy companies to promote the yuletide gift exchanges.

Think of it this way: if for some reason, God made chicken green and broccoli brown, the whole world would settle for peace over salads, fruits and juices. There would be no war and everybody would be a marijuana-smoking hippie.

But back to the topic of girls.

I'm not asking for a lot when it comes to looking for a girl to go into a relationship with. I just want someone who's very englishy, someone who reads books, loves the arts and very easy to relate to. Only 4 requirements. It may sound really easy to find someone like that. But I return a big NO to you. After searching for a perfect gf like 6 years plus, I have yet to find someone whom I thought was perfect or at least somewhat below perfect.

One day, I met this girl in a club. The Raffles Girl that I always wanted. Yeay, when I was talking to her, my brain just start talking about calculus, medical law, philosophy and shit. But brains as in you prove that you can talk about any topic in the world and chip in your two cents worth and in order to do that, I believe you either need to read a lot, or you need to talk a lot with other people.

It ended up with us having sex. I never knew that Raffles girls were so fucking wild. We were like two creatures carvoting with each other on the Discovery Channel. I tell you, if all of them Rafflesians were like her, I would have studied harder for my PSLE and got into an elite school myself. We chatted during a sex intermission about ourselves and the more I learn about her, the more i think i'm actually liking her. It's sick actually, having a crush on someone just like that. I've always had the policy of detaching myself from human feelings when I met someone new. We can be friends, but as long as you don't fall for someone, everything's fine. Well, all the same, we exchanged numbers and promised to have sex again (her parents are out for the weekend).

So the option's open now. I mean, I would definitely like to meet up with her again for good sex and all. But is that all there is to it? Or give me for sounding like a trailer voice-over, but what do you do when the perfect girl comes along and you discover that she's freaking rich, studies at an elite university, has given up her citizenship here. Yah, I know. If Avril Lavigne were with me, she would be singing 'complicated'.

As I'm typing this post now with Coldplay on my itunes and darkness everywhere else in my bedroom, I ponder about what the future holds. Are we gonna go steady? Are we gonna be great friends? Are we gonna correspond over email? I know i'm thinking too much. But it's like if I can call her up now and just talk with her, I would definitely do so. But control, oh control. Self-control and restraint.

You can fall in love but do it with your dignity intact. And of course, your pants on.

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