Friday, February 11, 2011

The man of my dream

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It’s been exactly twelve years since dad passed away. Sometimes I think of him but I can’t help feeling like I need to miss him more. Maybe, I’m just too immune to ‘end of things’ and kinda look forward to smile for. I just kinda regret not loving him more while I could, thanks to studying abroad but I’m really glad I got over the whole ‘why did you leave me dad’ phase.

On a brighter note, work was on a huge adrenalin rush today. Caught up having to arrange a meeting and coming to a decision from seven agencies before 6pm, I ended up arranging a meeting, making sure these seven agencies showed up and kinda facilitating the meeting while taking notes and helping out with what was needed. I kinda hope SitarBro would be proud of me but I guess today was the day I could convince myself that I’m pretty much growing up a lot at work.

I think it was because of MG as well. Now, I have seen MG in a lot of meetings. I used to not put him up at my ‘stare at’ list. Maybe it was his receding hair or just his ‘normal’ unfriendly face that I thought he put on. I was face to face with MG today at the meeting and I couldn’t help feeling like a 16 years old teenage girl. Just watching him at work and knowing he knows what he’s doing and pretty much confident to not hold up any useful information kinda made my day.

I would guess late 30’s by his receding surface above his forehead but somehow he has this really attractive young face that I kinda could appreciate. I guess apart from his face and the way he wore his work clothes, it was his confidence and the striking activeness that attracted me. So, I became a bit of a biased notetaker where I started attending to whatever he needed. He needed a map and I would end up running to the other room, printing out a map I would have asked my colleague to download from a website via the slow internet. Then, I would go to him and kinda showed him the map. Then, he would ask for my opinion which kinda turned me on a bit. Not only was this man diplomatic but he’s got a bit of a sharing personality where he would take in opinions from anyone. Having asked for my opinion, I felt proud.

Then, MG and I would start having different guesses but the result turned out to be the thin line between both of our guesses and I kinda saw myself flirting with him saying “we’re both right” and kinda walking away hoping he watched me go. I kinda went a bit soft when he called me captain. All in all, I was a 16 years old teenage girl in love with her teacher.

All sweet 16 dream faded when BigSis revealed that MG’s got a wife but somehow my other colleague told me how he would dress really well, which he would only categorize as a gay man. At first I was thinking ‘metro’ but after I got a wink from him today and the way he communicated with me, I couldn’t stop wishing the word ‘wife’ was just a word one boyfriend would say to another man. I guess it’s more of a young girl crush that I was feeling somehow. I do wish my boyfriend in the future would at least somehow have some of MG’s attributes. I like a man who’s in control and who’s pretty fit to wear his shoes. Fuck receding hair. A good face and a confidence to match mine are enough for me. Behold the man search!! Haha.


Listening to: Fatboy Slim – Acid boo Photobucket

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Good Luck.. Hope that a new man with MG's qualities come along soon... MG sounds hot by the way.. !! :)