10 Questions, Hurricane-style

Originally posted on Jan 17 2007 on my Friendster blog.

I met up with a long time friend the other day. We haven't spoken in years and she is just as I remember her. She's the opposite of what I am in so many ways; loud, expressive, risk-taking, always on the move, always onto something new, living for the moment, knowing what she wants and doing all she can to get it right NOW!. She doesn't 'get' a lot of the things I do and frankly, I don't 'get' her way of living either. But I think we see what we could have been, in each other. It's like a glimpse into the other life we each would be living if we had played our cards differently.

Of course, when girls get together a must-have is the topic of each other's love life. My contribution to the discussion was small as I am still happily in the same relationship that she heard about the last time we met. On the other hand, she had lured, devoured and spat out a veritable mountain of men in the same amount of time, leaving behind a trail of battered, broken and bleeding hearts from here to Kuala Lumpur. A true MANEATER... She was regaling me with tales of her best-looking guy so far when she suddenly stopped mid-sentence and turned her sharp eyes on me. (Let's call her Sky)

Sky: *intense look* Actually, how long have you been together with your boyfriend?

Me: *wilting a little under that stare* Er, 3 years in March 2007... Why?

Sky: *frowns a bit* Have you ever cheated on him?

Me: *eyebrows shoot up in horror* NO!

Sky: *grows skeptical* You've NEVER, EVER cheated? On ANY of your boyfriends?

Me: *eyes narrowing* NO. I. HAVE. NEVER. CHEATED. What is this about?!

Sky: *looks puzzled* You've never even made out with another guy in these 3 years?

Me: NO! Why do you ask?!

Sky: Then how the hell do you manage to stay with one, *shakes her finger at me* only ONE guy for three years?!?!

Me: *confused* .....

Sky: *hands gesticulating wildly* I mean, you don't get xian (bored) one meh? I cannot tahan for so long you know. What's so great about your boyfriend?

Me: Er... Um...

Sky: It can't be his money, right? It's not as if you need money! Truthfully, he's not that good-looking also. *her eyes suddenly grow huge* I know why....

Me: *squeaks* Why....?

Sky: He must be the first guy you had sex with! That's why you are still with him!

Me: *utterly flabbergasted* NO! Good God! Where did you get that idea from?!

Sky: *disappointed* Then why?

Me: *decides to get the conversation back under control* You know how difficult it is for me to find a guy that appeals to me...

Sky: *thinks back* True...

Me: And he can actually understand me very well...

Sky: But you are in AUSTRALIA! There are cute guys, like, EVERYWHERE!! If I were you, *humphs* I think I'll go crazy.

Me: *considers* But looks don't do it for me. Even if he's super cute, I'm not going to find him sexy if I think he's stupid, right?

Sky: So you like the very 'cheem' (deep) kind of guy?

Me: Er, not really. I should be able to talk with him, so he should be around my level...

Sky: *intense look again* So is this the longest relationship you've had?

Me: *wary* Yessss. Before this was 1 yr 10 mths, before that was 7 mths.

Sky: *thinks for a while*

Me: *grows nervous*

Sky: So are you going to marry him?

Me: *sputters*

Sky: *matter of fact* You might as well, since you've been looking at his face for so long and you're not bored yet.

Me: I don't know! How can I answer you? See how it goes-lah! It's not time yet, I think. And it's not like he has asked me anything...

Sky: *tilts head to the side* If he asks you now, would you say yes?

Me: *chews on bottom lip* Maybe... *chews some more* Most likely... I think...

Sky: *gives me a long look* Well, just send me the invitations when the time comes.

Me: *determined to change the topic* So, what do YOU look for in your guys?

Sky: He must be fun, happening, rich, Of course he should look good... Oh, and he should... (continues talking)

Me: *phew*

She had to leave soon after that. I had almost forgotten what it was like to be around her. Back then, she would be a hurricane of activity, running all over the place and talking ten different things at once. I was like the eye of the storm, coming along at my own leisurely pace while she stormed all around me. She hasn't changed one bit, which makes me smile. It takes more effort for me to keep up with her though.

Maybe I'm getting old.