Friday coming out and staying in

Okay fine. I'm coming out and coming clean.

Yes - I'm going out with The Good 'Ol Friend. For my ABS friends, yep - that's him. Most of our friends from the same circle were actually quite surprised. Both Jovan and Yasmine think it's a weird match. That was actually a euphemism and an understatement.

We are so from the opposite sides of the world.

He's too quiet, I'm too loud. I'm a party butterfly, he's a wallflower. He's structured, I'm spontaneous. I'm impulsive, he's calculating.

He's too conservative and I'm...I'm...duh...conservative and I will never be in the same sentence (except this one).

Yeah, yeah. I know friends think it's crazy. Maybe it is.

But I like it...

...that he's still four inches taller than me even if I'm wearing stilettos.

...that it doesn't matter to him that he needs to drive for 2-3 hours because I want to go to the beach. And despite his hip injury now he still wants to do this for me.

...that he researched about the annual hot air balloon festival because he knew it was my dream. And he actually took me there.

...that he drove to my office before going to work (despite the horrendous traffic and despite the fact that he's already running late) just to give me KFC for lunch because our cafeteria is being renovated.

...that last night, he bought me that acoustic CD that I liked to make me feel better because I was upset about something really so trivial.

...that he takes good care of me.

I'm not really sure where this is going, but perhaps it's about time for me to actually admit that yeah, I do like him.

And like... is another understatement.

So there. It's out. Whew.

It feels nice to come out. And stay indoors on a Friday for a cozy night and movie marathon.

I guess Emer saw this one coming.