Hot and Cool.

I met this guy… I mean we don’t actually met. We got to knew a  bit of each other on this sophisticated social network-Facebook. Should I say thanks to Mark Zuckerberg? Or should I say I regret it instead? The answer is blurred in my mind. And I don’t even wanna know the answer. All I wish is that, just like the song, wake me up when it's all over.

I don’t wanna write every bit of everything about how we met in Facebook and in person. I just want to write this because I want to remember how I professionally met a guy for the first time. Ugh, at least that's how I felt today. Oh are you kidding me? Actually I'm a bit ridiculous and always stumble when meeting a guy. I could remember I met like two guys and it was an arranged meeting. I tried to act normal and end up staggering. Those days were gone with the wind I guess. I felt stupid remembering all those moments.

Today was not actually arranged for me to meet with somebody. I was told yesterday that I'd be sent to accompany the front-liner of my family to give respect to the invitation of one of our family friends. And off we went. I actually expected that I might met him there but made no extra effort look more pleasant whatsoever.

It bores me during the occasion. Coz one friend I knew was conducting the ceremony so I have no one to talk to. Suddenly I saw this familiar face coming inside. He has this cool smiling face. And right at the moment I saw him my heart went crazy inside. It feels like they're frantically drumming through my chest. Crazy! I tried not to look at his side. He took a seat at the side so I felt relieved that I wont have the pressure of meeting his gaze ( if he ever stares at me). And somehow I regret that I didn’t made any effort to made myself more attractive. Too late. The show was on now. I didn't glance at his way because circumstance may need me to open a conversation while the ceremony is still going on and it supposed to be conducted solemnly.

We sat silent and I pretend to pay my every attention to the ceremony. No one seemed to know that I actually my mind was so distressed and tensed. I act cool though. Damn. I just knew this will happen.

After the somber ceremony he stood and went inside the dining area of the house without glancing on our side. Okay. I'll catch with him later. My friend was also his friend. So it'll be easy to at least acknowledge him. No, don't get me wrong. I felt the need of me to get to talk to him so that at least he'll know that I appreciate his giving me of chocolates and every chat we did last time.

After some time chit-chatting with his folk, he went out towards us. Our mutual were actually sitting together with us. I started. Oh girl… I took it like I'm some kinda expert and whoa…I didn't stumble. He too. He's so mature and sensible. Like him =) (regardless the rumor I heard about him)

♦I called him by his first name to acknowledge him. With a smile of course.

♦He too. I think he smiles a lot. Or at least he put up a smiling face on his for this occasion. And he extended his hand to me. I think I heard him called me by my surname. We shook hands. (I felt I'm so very casual and very business-like here.)

♦We started a small conversation. Not much. Just so we could talk. Thanks to our mutual friend.

♦He seemed to know everyone in the occasion. Of course he should, after all they're his folks.

♦I introduce my aunt to him. He repeated my introduction, like to confirm that he heard it right.

♦My aunt thought he's a gentleman. He really seemed.

♦We ate our own food together. Once again thanks a million to our mutual friend.

♦And time went by fleetly. Aunt decided that we must go. So I said we'll go ahead to him. He said we'll just go together. Unfortunately I said my aunt is rushing for sembahyang. He finally said yes.

End of show. No it's not actually a show. It's me. Real. But it's end of my business-like meeting with a guy. And bravo to myself I did handsomely =)

Generally I like him. I don’t know about him, on the other hand. But not to the extent that I fall my heart on him, okay. The limit does exist.