Disappointment on a row

Don’t ask me about that Friday. It was an unfulfilling night with lots of anticipation and expectation but no goods to be delivered.

It’s officially a dry spell. Where exactly do eligible single guys hang out?

I’ve tried bookstores, cafes, clubs, pubs, sports shops and even supermarkets. But the only glimpse of any potential species is hanging off the arms of other creatures. I remember a particular incident when I was making eyes at A-Cute-One across the shelves of the now defunct Borders. We soon ended up chatting about Books, Weather and Holidays. Just as I was about to gather my courage and ask him for his number, his Significant-Other swopped over, dangled her big-ass-proposal ring as a shield between us, and said Hi.

Well, truth is, she seemed like a nice lady.

I, of course, graciously shook and hand, commented what a nice couple they made and furiously wishing I was the one with the ring instead.

Oh, sour grapes.

Engaged and married men (especially the cute ones) should never be allowed to speak to single women. Spare us the disappointment please.



Not loving,
Esther Nook



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On the prowl

I am going on a prowl this coming Friday night with my girlfriends F and S.

Wish me luck. Or rather, wish the men luck.

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Chardonnay's thoughts

As I sat here by my window sill, sipping my glass of Chardonnay, I couldn’t help but to dip into a momentary lapse of melancholy.

Loneliness is over-rated. It is alright to be alone and single in this big, crowded city. I should not be afraid and be so desperate to look for love...right?

This whole blog started as a grand idea to document my journey to find love. And when I do find him (or her – well, never say never), I can show him/her this journal and how I have come to complete the circle with him/her.

Romantic, ain’t it?

Apparently not so. With the list of endless whining, I realized I have become someone whom the society is terrified of.



The crazy old single woman.



So cheers to all, my family, my friends and total strangers who live on voyeurism in this modern world (I am one of them). May we all find love tonight.




Drunk,
Esther Nook



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Second Date - Captain America

The American man…strong, masculine and eager to please. What he lacks in size, he makes up for it in valor. My Captain America….

Date 2

Nationality: American

Looks: Hunky…towering….My heart literally skipped a beat when he walks through the door

Personality: Gregarious and enjoys his food. He is a man with lots of sensitive spots. He even did magic trick in an attempt (albeit a weak one) to humor me.

Age: 38

Occupation: Marine life biologist (Can anyone have a more exotic job than this?)

Looking for: A life-partner

Performance in bed: Certainly knows how and where to please. However the verdict is, size does matter

Result: Size does matter. Sadly.



NEXT PLEASE.



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