I must admit that I spent Sunday holding my breath, waiting for Dex to call. By the second part of the day I just wanted to call him and discuss about the weather and slowly slip in lunch or dinner or clubbing this weekend but I held off lest I appear to be as hopelessly in love as I felt at that moment. I dreamt that night of lovely little moments, details of which I cannot disclose. But I’m positive that I would’ve had my own raving mass simply go ‘Awwwww…’ The dream was going smoothly and even I was impressed at how romantic I could be. Of course, it's at the moment when I'm the proudest of myself -friggin Monday- had to come up and bitch slap me across the face.

This is something my close friends know about me and I think it’s time I write about it on my blog. It’s always been difficult for me to go out on dinner dates. I always get nervy by the thought of eating in front of someone I don’t really know. I didn’t have this problem with Dex because he’s been around for like forever and I’ve embarrassed myself with him as much I possibly could. I’m a total klutz and I used to believe I was the most clumsiest person alive until I met the crooner (he’s far worse but so unflustered about it. Wish I could be like him). I swear the universe has it in for me. It’s always those wretched glasses that will break when I’m laughing or the fork that’ll jump out of my hand when I’m trying to make a point. Fortunately, my dates have found it cute and it is at this exact moment when I realize that my search for love hasn’t been entirely unsuccessful.

Enough about me now, there’s someone else I want to write about. (Yes, you heard. SOMEONE ELSE. I don’t think of myself all the time. Gosh, I’m starting to feel dizzy.)

Moving on. Adam (my new friend from Ohio) has given me his fiancé’s demo CD.

He wanted me to listen to it and tell him what I thought about it. I’m honored that he would even want to know what I think of it. So, I gave the CD a listen. Not really my type of music but I thought her vocals were amazing. I can't seem to upload her track. Maybe sometime later when i figure this player out.

Happy Birthday Sheenz.

Brandi Carlile- Turpentine

Shouting at the Dead

I’ve got to mention a gorgeous little gentleman (GIG) and while I'm at it I should mention that he rescued me from an awful day. We’ve seen each other at events and chatted a bit but never really spoken before. So, we met up yesterday and discussed Jim Morrison (Yum!), Women’s movement, Tamil and the ex I was trying to avoid looking at. I will spare you the description of the convulsions that racked my mind as I contemplated whether I should walk up and say hi to my ex or not to. GIG kept looking at my straying eyes and to drag me back to reality, he raised his voice and all was well- he had my full attention. But after a minute or so I would try sneaking a peek again and GIG would repeat the same exercise.

After awhile I figured he had had enough of my distraction and asked me if we could leave. I finally gathered up the courage, went up to my ex and said hi. After that was done, GIG took me to the parking lot and just when he was about to take out his bike, he asks me if I wanted pani puri… It’s been ages since I’ve eaten chat, so I said yes.
Apparently, the guy serving us knew GIG so he said something to him in Tamil that made GIG blush! Something about me… I didn’t bother to ask for a translation.

I got a call from an old friend. She’s working on Vodafone’s new advertising campaign. She needs interesting faces. Asked my twin and me to make it. Got to go for a screening first. Will let you know how that goes.

I am in love with him and can’t deal with the fact that he’s moving on to someone new. Every time we see each other I manage to have a smile plastered on my face. This of course was made more difficult by my constant uncertainty about whether me smiling like that would come across as just plain creepy. As soon as he would walk away I would commit ritual suicide in my head because I don’t really know what else I can do to put myself out of my misery. I’d jump out of my balcony but I’m only on the first floor so I don’t suppose I’d cause myself much damage. Pesky things infatuations can be!

"Miles away,
No; you're never turnin' back,
I just can't wait anymore
Miles away,
Nothin' left of what we had,
Just when I needed you most...
You were miles away..."

- 'Miles Away' by Winger