It's when I digress...

Freshly squeezed from an almost two-year relationship, I'm back into the scene. Maybe not exactly wiser.

So, now what?

Ok, I've started to notice signs of aging from my 33 year old self and whenever I go out, I notice that the number of younger specimen seem to multiply by the minute. As I age by the second. This is harsh but oh so true. I can only laugh till I cry. But not too hard though. Remember, crows' feet are very telling. Not good in a subculture where youth is a premium. Yes and all the more so in my circles.

I'm a Filipino trying to survive in the small city state of Singapore. I take care of myself by working out regulary and people don't seem to cringe when they see me so I guess I look, as the locals put it, "quite OK lah" or "not bad leh". I sometimes get "quite cute" compliments too... I still wonder if I should be flattered by that. "Cute" is good but "quite" dampens it a bit. Oh, I get "quite huggable"-s too.... Hmm... does that mean they think I'm fat?! I have a good job and a cool set of friends. I have diverse interests and I also happen to be gay. Yup, I am and proudly so... but I'm not all that. Which is why I'd rather be referred to as a "happen to be".

Aaaaaaanyway…. The thing is, I have a date tomorrow. The first in what could potentially be a long line of firsts. My flatmate, MM, told me to accept the dinner invitation from this guy I met recently. I'm gonna have a good night's sleep tonight so I won't look too daggy tomorrow.

Let's see how this one fares.... he's brit and 6'ft tall. With a charming british accent and a nice bum. Heeee! Things are litruhlly looking uwp.