bragger, bugger off* 

Just finished a launch dinner for an airline client, on the occasion of relaunching their flights to and from KL.

Dinner was grand and nice. Was there with another campaign team mate from another company. An empty table, we chose. She had the better luck of having a cute Morrocan guy sitting next to her.

Me? As always, I attract only the outcasts. A group of four Chinamen asked if they could sit to my side. And the loudest of the lot sat next to me. God is having fun picking on me again.

Gosh. What a turn off - not only was he loud, he's a brag drag too. Everytime he laughed at his own corny joke, I could only twinge in disgust from the sight of saliva shooting in bulleyes accuracy towards my Chinese tea.

When he offered me some red wine, I told him "Sorry, I don't drink."

"Sure or not you don't drink? You women ah, say only don't drink...but when you all get the taste of alcohol ah...waah, some even beat the guys flat! Come lah, drink up!"

I showed him my black face and replied with a firm "NO, GET THIS, I DON'T DRINK!"

Then he placed his arms at the back of my chair and bored me with his life story. Another sad case of LOA - Lack Of Attention.

Aiyo, mister, who cares if you have been to London 3x and Australia 2x. Who cares if you spend one week in Koh Samui with just RM300. Who cares if you're over 40 and is still single?

He prides himself that he can thank the waitress with 'Nandri' whenever she serves him tea. 'Yes, I can speak Tamil. I have a lot of Indian friends.'. The waitress seemed to enjoy the attention extended her way. Another victim of LOA.

I had wanted to tell him 'Vai-ye-moo-dhe' (Keep Quiet) and maybe paint a few rainbows with my colourful vocabulary of Tamil foul language.

And maybe rearrange his face a bit. But I didn't want to soil my hands - too much saliva to wash off.

Thankfully, Mr Cute Morrocan came to my rescue. I had fun teaching him how to use the chopstick. And cracked a few jokes - yes, some were a tad corny but at least he's cute when he laughs. Got dimple some more leh.

Bias? But of course.

March 19, 2004 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 1:53 am
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