Lurrrve is in the air.

Sneak preview.

As we stood waiting for a cab, we chatted, and it was almost like "old times". Perhaps, she was reacting to the benign vibes that I've been consciously emitting in her presence. Perhaps, she was just feeling less guarded with the coming festivities. Perhaps, it was just an elaborate act. Shrug. "Trust no one."

Meanwhile, the one-legged race continues. Unfortunately, the force is strong in this one. He wanted to "lunch-date" me on Chinese New Year's Eve - I declined. It should be obvious enough after a few more closed doors, yes? Still, I'm dreading a certain day in February, and I'm prepared to conjure an imaginery date. Yeah, SF, TAG! You're IT!


Appetisers.

Our "sexy threesome" at Fullerton's Post Bar for the new beer, Touché, started slow. It was mostly an expat crowd, with a number of frumpy English-looking uncles, checking out the local action, while their own kind languished in a corner, trying to look like they were having fun. And then, there were the gay men. Where were all the straight, Chinese men?

Still, drinks were on the house until 10pm, so everyone was happy and high, including yours sincerely.

After exchanging a few looks with something Chinese that looked decent AND not gay, he found an opening to talk, while the poser alarm started to beep softly in my head, or rather his - where his shades were "stylishly" perched; isn't that just so... 90s? 'Nuff said. At one point, the obviously Singaporean-born poser, which came dubbed in Brit English, asked in French, if I could speak the language. "No, I don't." Not impressed. Snort.

Then, there was Julien. He reminded me of Enzo because both are French, forward and in finance, except he was really tall, slim and cute. The unabashed gazing was there too - but this time, I was more confident of myself, and went with the flow. It also helped that he was really cute. Heh.


Mains.

As nobody felt like an early night, ST, SF and I made our way to Lola across the street - to find it closed. The strange thing is that, sometimes, a closed door can lead to an open door further down the road, literally. We bumped into J, who was trying his luck with Centro - also closed. Somehow, we ended up making our way to Siam Supper Club together - because the all-seeing SF spotted J's buddy, D, waiting in his car. Yeah, you could say we picked up the guys - and obviously, they were happy enough to be picked up. Heh.

Suffice to say that the fun and laughter continued into the night, all the way until five in the morning, until our jaws ached from all that laughing. J & D were good company. There was also a lot of ego-stroking - when SF and I exchanged identity cards with the Dragon Lads to prove that we were indeed "older women". Maybe we really didn't look our age, or as Rainy once said: "...behaving like they're in their late 20s." Heh. And chivalry is certainly not dead when it comes to younger men - D sent both of us home even though he had a headache and his home was not on the way.

(I'm just a little bothered that one of them smells like the EX-communicated, after a bath.)


Sweets.

There's something in the air - what SF describes as seasonal ups and downs in each person's life. It might not be true love a-calling, but things are looking good ;-)