Thank you

I was set up by a friend yesterday.

The day before I stupidly left my phone at her place, so yesterday we went out so that she could pass my phone back to me, and she ambushed me with a friend of hers who’s “really cute and nice, drives a BMW and he’s single!” It wouldn’t have been a problem if she’d used those superlatives say, more than 5 minutes before I actually had to meet the guy.

There’s one thing I hate more than being set-up, and that’s being ambushed and set-up.

In the end, the guy was cute, if you’re into those Taiwanese popstar looks (see: androgynous, prettier than a lot of girls, leng zai mou bun sam). He was also nice (of course, first meeting mah, sure nice ler) and he did drive a BMW (rich and handsome, worst combo ever). The only ‘bad’ thing about him was he was about a quarter head shorter than me, which is pretty normal.

Yes, I be cynical. I have an almost pathological distrust of men, and it has nothing to do with previous relationships. My ex was actually a very nice guy, and in a completely objective review of the relationship, I can honestly conclude that he was better for me than I was for him.

Michelle, among other well-meaning friends, spends a lot of time telling me how to package myself, how to apply makeup, how to make my hair look better, how to attract guys, how to be diplomatic. Because “if you don’t do all that, you’ll never get a boyfriend.” I don’t wear makeup, I talk to girls exactly the same way I talk to guys, haircare consists of running a comb through my hair, and I am not diplomatic. To put it nicely, I’m ‘honest’. If you have a problem and are depressed and you come to me, you’re more than likely to end up suicidal.

I don’t go partying in nightclubs. I’d rather spend the night at home reading a book and drinking some wine with my family, or watch some TV, or chat with my bro, or play a game. If I do go out it’s usually to a coffeehouse or one of those Taiwanese tea houses with cute drinks. I’m combative and tenacious, and I never let go if I think I’m right, which is like, 90% of the time. I don’t smoke, I don’t do drugs, I don’t have sex, I lead a pretty boring life.

It’s a pretty bad combination of traits. I wouldn’t want to inflict myself on anyone sane. Some people think this is sad, depending on how you look at it, but I’m not going to change, because I like the way I am, zits and all. That’s why I have never made any resolutions. My family accepts me the way I am, so do my best friends (all 2 of them :p), and that’s enough.

This may have been the catalyst that compounded my anti-socialism. I’m not sure. I try not to think about it.

Moral of the story: I appreciate your efforts, really, I do. It’s nice to know that someone cares about me. Please stop telling me to change and setting me up with guys. My life may not look like much, but I really am happy. Well, a little more money would be nice, but I have everything I want right now.