Haven't been getting much quality sleep these two nights, erm... rather these two mornings I would say. Got woken up by this period cramp like of pain at 8-ish, had to resolve to over-heated aromatic pillow. Woke up again at 12-ish, checked my phone and saw a text message.
It was from this enticing man from KL that appeared for a very short time in my life, yet have a great effect on me, let's call him Richard Gere. It's up to you to judge but he does look like the Hollywood Gere. Eleana, don't you agree with me?
He was one of those random men you'll meet at the members areas of the upmarket clubs - older, well-mannered, speaks good English, having a few bodyguards following him around - only differences are that he's Malay and he's good looking. I met him two summers ago at Cynna while I was going through a disastrous break-up recovery.
We kept bumping in to each other every weekend as that was where we go every weekend. Same club, same area, same table, familiar faces. He was definitely different from his mates as he didn't drink at all. I couldn't stop asking him why did he come out just so often hanging on to his soft drinks or water. "I like to see everything with my sober eyes" was his answer, not quite of the religious factor.
I finally agreed on a lunch date with him, after his many unsuccessful attempts. Look, I was then youngER and innocent, going out on a date with a stranger almost double my age wasn't a practice, whether or not I'm attracted to that person. I even had to dragged Eleana to go on the date with me. I arrived unfashionably late (as always) at our agreed venue and got ushered in to the private dining room. My, wasn't it a little too formal for a Sunday lunch?
I took my girlfriend along for a reason - to help make me feel more comfortable - but all she did was stuffing her face with food and guzzling her mug of Guinness before bidding her big "goodbye" to do her shopping. Thank goodness Richard Gere and I had such a good conversation or I might just killed her with my cutleries.
Our lunch went on for 4 hours. I surprisingly enjoyed his company a lot. Found out that he's "someone" in the country (that explains the private dining room, pffftt!); found out that he was (might still be) a modelizer; found out that his good English derived from his overseas studies since before he was a teen; found out that he's indeed very attractive. At the same time, he had taught me a lot, I was like a primary school student listening to his advice. He at the same time offered me a trip to Brazil, of course my answer was NO.
Most importantly, he was the one who effortlessly lead me out of the bottom of my U-curve, namely the break-up. He made me realized what kind of woman I am, and what are the things that I am looking for in life. He made me believe that I shouldn't settle for anything less because I deserve to have the best. Of course I do. I walked out of the restaurant a changed woman, I was up on the ground once again. Till date, Eleana wouldn't stop reminding me of how he had done magic unto me.
He offered me jobs in KL for me to stay but I chose to come back. For the past one year, we haven't been in touch at all. I thought of him from time to time as he was truly a very special person that had a short stint in my life. I couldn't help but wonder what would actually happened if I chose to stay in KL? What if I chose to go to Brazil with him? What if...
Whatever the case may be, he told me in the text message today that he dreamt of me. Such a simple message but it didn't fail to give me that slight tingling feeling. After some back to back messages, I invited him to Melbourne and promised a good time. It is now his turn to pick the choices.