Lan Tao Hua (Rotten Peach Blossom)
Ever since I broke up with my ex, I seem to be going through a purple patch when it comes to romance.
Suddenly my tao hua yun (literally ‘peach blossom luck’) is in full bloom. I am getting guys, some of whom I’ve known for a while, asking me out left, right, and center. And for the first time in years, I have the luxury of turning down guys’ invitations.
Though to be frank, it’s not that hard to turn them down since these guys are not exactly of a level that I want to go out with anymore. Suffice to say that after my slug-level ex, I have developed standards and woken up to the realization that I deserve better than crap.
I don’t even know why there’s this sudden influx of (slug-level) men in my life; where were they for the last 7 years?!
Case 1:
Guy A has been asking me out on MSN for the last one month and I have turned him down 5 times. The last time I said no, he told me he’d actually liked me since 2005 but never dared to do anything because I had a boyfriend then.
I still said no.
Hey, I’m not evil; it’s just that if you don’t click, you don’t click.
Case 2:
I went to get my hair cut at my usual salon 2 weeks ago and got picked up by the darn shampoo boy, of all people.
After a bit of chatting, he moved in for the kill by offering me his phone number so that I could “call him directly” when I needed my hair done instead of coming “all the way” to the salon.
I smiled and told him no thanks, I’d come directly down if I needed anything done. Act blur siah.
Then he tried another tack.
“Erm, how about you give me your number instead? Maybe I can call you when I’m free and we can meet if you happen to be in the area?”
I smiled my sweetest smile at him and let loose the bomb.
“I’d have to ask my boyfriend first if he allows me to do that.”
Of course, I have no boyfriend; it’s just a fail-proof tactic to get persistent guys off my back. And you should have seen Shampoo Boy’s face fall.
“Oh… you have a boyfriend?” he asked.
“Yup,” I answered gleefully.
“So how long have you been together?” he probed not-so-delicately.
“Over a year,” I lied with relish. And to add salt and flavour to the white lie, I added, “We’re colleagues and we see each other all the time, every day, but I really like it like that.”
“Oh… that’s nice to hear,” Shampoo Boy said, and retreated.
The rest of the day he didn’t come near me.
But when I went back the last Saturday for a touchup, he came up to me and tried to engage me in conversation again. And rubbed my arm.
Geez, do men never learn? I already said no!
Case 3:
Guy C has been asking me out for the past 2 weeks and I’ve gone out with him once because I can actually talk to this person. But I get the feeling he’s taking me as a rebound because he just broke up with a girl and I think he just needs a listening ear.
Therefore, I conclude:
I have peach blossom luck, but it’s lousy rotten peach blossom luck.
And as for the one man I want? I can’t get him. (No, it's not Jay Chou; though I wouldn't turn him down if I had a choice, of course.)
Suddenly my tao hua yun (literally ‘peach blossom luck’) is in full bloom. I am getting guys, some of whom I’ve known for a while, asking me out left, right, and center. And for the first time in years, I have the luxury of turning down guys’ invitations.
Though to be frank, it’s not that hard to turn them down since these guys are not exactly of a level that I want to go out with anymore. Suffice to say that after my slug-level ex, I have developed standards and woken up to the realization that I deserve better than crap.
I don’t even know why there’s this sudden influx of (slug-level) men in my life; where were they for the last 7 years?!
Case 1:
Guy A has been asking me out on MSN for the last one month and I have turned him down 5 times. The last time I said no, he told me he’d actually liked me since 2005 but never dared to do anything because I had a boyfriend then.
I still said no.
Hey, I’m not evil; it’s just that if you don’t click, you don’t click.
Case 2:
I went to get my hair cut at my usual salon 2 weeks ago and got picked up by the darn shampoo boy, of all people.
After a bit of chatting, he moved in for the kill by offering me his phone number so that I could “call him directly” when I needed my hair done instead of coming “all the way” to the salon.
I smiled and told him no thanks, I’d come directly down if I needed anything done. Act blur siah.
Then he tried another tack.
“Erm, how about you give me your number instead? Maybe I can call you when I’m free and we can meet if you happen to be in the area?”
I smiled my sweetest smile at him and let loose the bomb.
“I’d have to ask my boyfriend first if he allows me to do that.”
Of course, I have no boyfriend; it’s just a fail-proof tactic to get persistent guys off my back. And you should have seen Shampoo Boy’s face fall.
“Oh… you have a boyfriend?” he asked.
“Yup,” I answered gleefully.
“So how long have you been together?” he probed not-so-delicately.
“Over a year,” I lied with relish. And to add salt and flavour to the white lie, I added, “We’re colleagues and we see each other all the time, every day, but I really like it like that.”
“Oh… that’s nice to hear,” Shampoo Boy said, and retreated.
The rest of the day he didn’t come near me.
But when I went back the last Saturday for a touchup, he came up to me and tried to engage me in conversation again. And rubbed my arm.
Geez, do men never learn? I already said no!
Case 3:
Guy C has been asking me out for the past 2 weeks and I’ve gone out with him once because I can actually talk to this person. But I get the feeling he’s taking me as a rebound because he just broke up with a girl and I think he just needs a listening ear.
Therefore, I conclude:
I have peach blossom luck, but it’s lousy rotten peach blossom luck.
And as for the one man I want? I can’t get him. (No, it's not Jay Chou; though I wouldn't turn him down if I had a choice, of course.)
posted by Sheena @ 9:48 AM
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