Who am I, really?

He said:

"i dont get intimidated easily. you are one of those few, wait, i think you are the only one, who intimidates me... let me tell you my impression of you. aloft mosta the time... when you use that slight bit of singlish, you seem more human... your writings are very controlled. maybe at times, let go abit. and be yourself. liberate... i guess its the way you write. sort cold... and i thought i was clinical at the way i observe some stuff. you were colder then me..."

How strange that these very words that have liberated me - set free my fears, given wings to my dreams and hopes, and brought me closer to my humanity - "intimidates" another.

What if I told you that THIS is really who I am?


Boys and girls.

They are everywhere. The gay men-couples. The gay women-couples. Single women should be thankful for the latter - the more of their kind, the lesser the competition. Bad enough that we have to fight the men for the men. Heh. I just wonder why the gay women-couples seem to be disproportionately represented by the really young (teenagers). Are older gay women-couples more conscious about being seen in public? Or are they just harder to spot since women hang out together frequently?

My hairdresser found it strange that a not unattractive and seemingly sociable creature as I, was still unattached. I, who appear once every four to six weeks to have my hair done, and who obviously wants to look good. It's a nice compliment, actually. Except it can also work against me - what if someone who was interested assumed that I would be attached anyway?