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The very next day, I received a message that is so brutal that it made me laugh out loud.
Joan sms :
“Hi James… I’ve just been dumped by my boyfriend. I need someone to accompany me and make me smile. Do not for a moment think you stand a chance. You are just a stand in replacement till I find someone. PS : I am a very selfish person. You can choose to ignore this message. Joan “
I laughed and almost choked on my soya bean drink that morning when I saw Joan’s message.
I wanted to draft a reply but the next message came through.
Joan sms : Can you spend this afternoon with me ?..... and just agree to go along with everything I want to do …
And the next one followed suit.
Joan sms : I’m a in foul mood, i bet……. you would surely say ‘no’ to me before the day is over.
I sipped and drained my drink and the 4th message came through.
Joan sms : I bet…. 2 x slap…
I smiled and replied.
James sms : Can we be more civilised ?
Joan replied almost immediately.
Joan sms : 3 x slap
1 minute later
Joan sms : 4 x slap
Another minute later
Joan sms : 5 x slap
James sms. Ok… ok… I get the drift… Where do we meet ?
Joan wanted to meet for lunch so we arranged to meet in town at City Hall station at 12.30pm.
I was feeling pretty happy to be meeting Joan no matter how you want to view this date. Yes, you can say I’m silly, it’s a one sided affair and so on and so forth.
It doesn't matter to me.
A date, is a date, is a date.
I had a shower, got changed and took the train down to town at 11.30am. I was early and I got to city hall at 12.10pm
It’s my first official date after all and I have no intention of being late.
I was dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. I took a short stroll around the underground mall before heading back to the station at 12.25pm.
When I saw Joan exit the gantry, I burst out laughing from where I stood.
It was one of the few times in my life I was left speechless and I just want to smile and giggle.
It seemed she has already started on her self-destructive behaviour.
She was wearing a simple pair of shorts, nothing too short, just mid-thigh pants that’s grey in colour. She had on a crumpled white t-shirt with absolutely no prints on it. Her hair looked like she just work up from a nap and they were tied up with a red rubberband.
Those red rubber band you get when you take away chicken rice.
She had no expressions on her face and she had no bags. Her only possession was her phone and a wallet she carried.
I can hear the muted slapping of her slippers as I watch her come towards me.
Joan : How ? Ugly right… unglam right…no wonder I got dumped. … i deserve it..
She started a slew of self-depreciating comments and I just kept quiet, allowing her to go on.
Joan : You can go back you know… if you find it embarrassing to walk beside me.
Truth is, I still find Joan beautiful despite seeing her in her market clothes.
There was no makeup, no fancy clothes, no need for branded bags. Her skin is naturally radiant , it’s evident that she took care of them.
Her hair may look a little puffy and messy but there is no hiding the fragrance of shampoo and the silkiness of its texture.
Her T-shirt may be crumpled, but they fit nicely on her body frame. Her pants may look like something you wear to the wet market but her bottom filled it up properly.
The cheap market slippers she was wearing that day only served to show me how nicely manicured her nails were.
Secretly I laughed at my observations.
Perhaps it’s true they say beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder.
I chose my words carefully before speaking.
James : Eh… you going wet market ah…
She gave me a look that made me reconsidered making any other snide remark.
She just gave a sigh, linked arms with me and we started walking.
Joan : yah.. I feel like an auntie…
Almost immediately when our hands touched, Joan started going on again.
Joan : I’m just using you James…. I know you are angry…. you feel the world is unfair… I’m a jerk… but too bad…. This is the way things are going…..
Before she could go on further, I quickly asked about our lunch plans.
James : What do you feel like eating ?
She shrugged her shoulders.
In the end, Joan could not make up her mind, in the end, we bought snacks, drinks and we ate as we shopping along the underground mall.
She was chirpy and talkative for a moment, then she sank back down to an awkward silence, then for no apparent reason, she would make some silly jokes.
Then came a barrage of attempts to make me say ‘no’ to her.
I make sure I considered my reply carefully and I constructed my sentences cautiously, leaving her in no doubt that I’m not falling for her tricks.
Joan tried to appear cheerful again after failing to trip me.
I feel bad for her, it’s got to be pretty sucky to pretend that you are alright when you are not.
It’s such a long relationship, it’s not possible to have a clean break.
We passed by one boutique and Joan just pass me the yogurt drink she was drinking and went in to take a look.
I saw her checking out this khaki coloured pants before talking to the sales staff.
It’s a stylish 3/4 cropped pants with no prints.
After a 3 minute chat, she went to the cashier, paid for the pants and went straight into the dressing room.
I took a quick look around and I could not resist but take a sip of Joan’s drink.
I felt the soft cold slush of her drink slide down my throat and I tried to imagine tasting her saliva.
She came out shortly after and asked for the tags to the pants to be cut off.
Joan was facing me as she turned around to allow the staff to cut off the tag and I gave her a thumbs up, signalling that she looked good.
She gave a smile and went back to the changing room to retrieve her old pants.
She placed them in the paperbag and we resumed shopping.
Joan : Better ?
I took another look and replied.
James : Hmmm… upgraded from wet market to Sheng Siong.
She laughed and ignored me.
I assumed she would want me to carry her bags for her but I was pleasantly surprised.
I offered to do it and was rebuked by Joan .
Joan : You’re my date James….not my slave… I can carry my own bag.
With that, she linked arms with me again and we continued our shopping trip.
To be honest, I was rather keen in getting my hands on the pants she changed out off.
After a short walk, Joan ducked into another boutique, this time coming out with this white off shoulder top. She let the soft fabric dropped naturally down her left shoulders, exposing her bra strap.
When she linked arms with me again, she shot me another look, as if she’s waiting for my remark and I did not disappoint her.
James : Ok… upgraded to NTUC.
She smiled and dragged me 20 steps forward to a shoe shop.
10 minutes later, Joan was taller than me.
A simple pair of casual heels propped her up slightly and she gave me this slanty eye look deliberately over her bare left shoulders when she’s a couple steps in front of me and I knew I had to reply her.
James : NTUC finest…
I saw her shoulders slouched and shivered and she laughed.
She slowed down and waited for me to catch up to her before we linked arms again.
Before we knew it , we were already done with the entire underground mall, coming out onto marina square. Joan passed by this accessories shop and she picked out the elegant hair clip adorned with a silver butterfly.
With a few deftly moves, she tidied up her hair and brushed back a couple of stray fringes.
James : Joan…
Joan : Yah ? ….
James : Ntuc finest is the most expensive market I’ve ever shopped at…. I don’t know any others liao. ….
She laughed out loud and for the first time that day, I believed she forgot about the unpleasant breakup with Thomas.
Bro, Cold Storage la. Just like flying SQ, always expensive.
09-12-2014, 11:08 PM
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