Pimm's Parade

Choices, choices!

"So many men - so little time!"

VV

I can so see how I'm going to need a new blog. Things are happening on a daily basis! And this so saves me from writing novel-length emails to the whole world consisting of my nearest and dearest.

So, even if I attempted a summary, I won't believe it myself, let alone you guys! I'll start from this morning - I found out Kiwi has a girlfriend. Am strangely relieved as this means I won't have to go out with him, and CJ can't blame my fickleness or fatal attraction to the bad boys.

By the way, I met the said girlfriend, and she's not a nice at all. It still completely amazes me how the nicest guys go out with total ... well, not very nice women!

And now I bring you to lunchtime. As I was leaving the room, I walked by the Adrian Grenier lookalike. Being polite, I said, "Aren't you going for lunch?" and he looks at me, smiles in a charmingly shy manner, and says, in that sexy French accent, "Yes, we can go to lunch.". I was on my way to meet another group of girls, but it looks like he thought we were lunching together.

Who was I to say no to such dreamy eyes? Girls, smirls, they can lunch without me! He was so charming, right down to the way he offered me half of his sandwhich. Last I checked we weren't in high school anymore, but it was still endearing.

Once I drew him out of his shell, I found out more and more about him. For one, he's come from an amazingly international background. He's French, but he's lived all over the world. Most recently, he's been living in Madrid. He speaks French, English and Spanish ever so naturally, its wonderful to hear. We exchanged stories about our passion for travelling and our area of work ... but what got both of us was our love for Africa. He'd spent some time in Kenya too, and you all know it's a place very close to my heart.

The possibilities are really endless!

AND THEN! The piece de resistance of the day was when I got hurriedly ushered into my first meeting. Everyone got settled in, and then the last person rushes through the door - late in a typical high school jock-esque "aw shucks, ma'am, tweren't my fault I'm just so damned pretty" kind of way. My jaw almost hits the floor. Can you guess?

It was Dimples! HE FOUND ME!!! What are the odds, huh? I thought I'd have to scour this huge organisation for the rest of my time here before I could find him - but now I know everything there is to know about him!

We didn't meet - not officially - but he has definitely noticed me - more so than just in the crowds in the cafeteria.

Unfortunately, he turns out to be American. Like totally American. He looks like he had that popular All-American background, i.e was a quarterback in highschool, the class president, dated the blonde perky head cheerleader, etc, etc. Now to my mind, American's are a close second to Singaporeans. I don't detest them so much as I find them too loud. But I have a few American friends who I love very much. Besides, I spent the first years of my life in the Land of Oppurtunity, so I can't really protest too much!

But can I live with that accent? Even with its pretty packaging? Only time will tell.

Meanwhile, I forgot to mention how one of the first people I met was the spitting image of Dr. Derek McDreamy Shepherd. I'm so not kidding! Thankfully, I didn't nickname Dr. Dish McDreamy. Obviously, the powers that be knew I will find me own in due time. If Dimples the Jockstrap doesn't work out ... I know the Patrick Dempsey lookalike could fill in his shoes, no problem! I haven't worked out his nationality yet, but with those dreamy eyes, and all knowing smile ... you can't go wrong, really! (Well, he's definitely not Singaporean, so that's gotta be good, right!)

My evening ended with a night out at the bar with some more new friends. None of which included any of the above, but more players in the parade of mine. Oh, which one will win the crown? I'm so curious, but I'm happy to take my time to explore the possibilities.

For they are endless!