A Blind weekend

I have been through a series of screening for the past weeks. Boyfriends' screening, i mean. All my kind friends has been doing very quiet gatherings with a hidden agenda of getting me hitched.

Two things flashed through my mind:
1. I must be a really good catch that they will want their friends to get a grab before anyone else do.
2. I must be looking really desperate and wanting to be hitched . My poor friends cant bear to see me being single for just another second.

Its nice to know people and their livestyles. With differential equations , goverment policies , quantum physics to the latest medical advancement and some swooning local artistes their friends swore as partners - I am constantly amused , if not bemused , with the direction te conversations are steering. They are so different from myself that i cant help asking if they are , all , actually looking at the wrong man sitting with them.

Some are typical flashy ones. Having a new SLK and 50 inch plasma in their bedrooms with their exotic holidays and all, they can be really impressive with the brand names they can cajole in a string of grammar.

Honestly. I am totally tired of all these blind dates. Not that i am unappreciative. But I trust that my friends know that I am one who can walk up to know whoever i think , i want.

I love hanging out with all my friends. But spare me all the bachelor game. Not now , at least.

Work gets too tired during the week and i do not want to introduce my roles and responsibilties at work on my rest days.