Farewell to the Shire

But Frodo Baggins is not a hobbit in my tale. And neither is my tale an epic. But it could very well just be a fantasy... Reader discretion is advised :)

European. Ex naval officer. Hot. And near my office. He's here in Singapore on a short term assignment that will end quite as soon as I type. Who knows where he’ll be after December? Am I interested? Maybe a little bit but not quite so…. For me, he’s the perfect multple-night stander when the need arises. And he’s done remarkably well.

Frodo Baggins or better known as FB's, they are called. Handy and inconsequential – wherein both parties acknowledge non-exclusivity, avowed to a "don’t- ask-don’t-tell" rule. These days, men like me have them as part of our first-aid kits. In my case, a very limited kit.

No romantic dinner dates, no sweet sms’s, no future plans of any kind that extend beyond your next available date and only the occasional “are you free later?” message.... To which the other replies "perhaps.." Simple, uncomplicated and temporary.

But things seem to have a made a turn when, on a chat exchange, I told him that I might become more unavailable than before because I might be busy… easing him into the fact that I won't be seeing him anymore...

“A few more weeks and I’ll be out of here. I really want to see more of you”, he said…

“It might be a bit difficult,” I said..

After a pause, I said “ I’m gonna date a guy I like…”

“Oh”, he said.

“Can you postpone it until after I leave? :)”, he asked a few moments later…

I said, “I don’t think so... and I don’t want to”

Then he went quiet...

May you be happy in life, Mr. F. It was good while we lusted.


"The events depicted in this post may or may not be fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Do not contact me asking for Frodo Baggins' contact info...naman!!"