no hugs* 

Had a long heart-to-heart talk with a close guy friend last night. We talked about anything and everything under the sun. Oh, how i missed conversations like this. With him; my gorgeous one.

'Gorgeous' is his name. Well, at least that's what I nicknamed him and that has stuck for years. I have this weird habit to nickname people that I know...mostly guys.

Yeah, back to Gorgeous. He is truly gorgeous. In personality. In outlook. Inside out, he is a gorgeous person. The drop dead type. The type who can wear Pagoda singlet, torned jeans and FungKeong slippers and yet will pass off as a fashion icon. And did I mention the abs? The number remains as six. And Gorgeous is a true gentleman. The type that opens the door for you, take a bow and say "My lady shall go first." And best of all, he is not gay!

Yet, I never drool for him. Never suffer from dehydration for him. No horny chemistry when it comes to him. Never need to take cold shower for him. Why? I don't know. Never see him in that light, I suppose.

We talked about life in general. About past mistakes. Regrets. New ambitions. Aspirations. And then he asked me...what is the one thing you would like to change about yourself now? I thought for a while. And a while longer.

Then I replied, "I wish I was not such a cold fish."

"Haha. Whaddya mean by 'cold fish', you silly girl?

"Exactly that - cold fish. I wish I can hug better."

"But you hug me quite well, what!. In fact, I have to force you to let go. Haha!"

"Haha. Funny. Only with you lah. But I turn into a cold fish with others. Even with girls. I think I was a cactus in my previous life. Yeah, I'm sure of it."

"Ok, cold fish cactus...want me to run through a Hugging 101 course for you, hm? Free of charge. By the end of the sessions, you will be a hugging queen."

"And why are you being so kind, may I ask?"

"Another reason to have your boobs against my chest, I suppose. For free, some more!"

I rolled my magazine and whacked his head silly.
And secretly, I look forward to the lesson to un-coldfish me.
Gonna be a steaming fish now. Hee.

July 07, 2004 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 1:15 am
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