Because I’m Not That Scary (Those Aren’t Horns!)
Some pictures of shy, demure, wallflower moi surfaced online. Nope, not paparazzi style ones, just a couple of shots from a tweet-party I went to recently. Result: I got called ‘cute’ by a Twerson (khee khee, tell me I’m funny!). Nobody calls me cute. I’m stopped in my tracks (briefly) and then decide to share my astonishment with the (cute) child with me in the pic,
Me: I got someone calling me ‘cute’ based on that pic at the party!
Asfaq: And you wanna kill ’em? And that’s a compliment, right?
Me: I just said thank you and smiled sweetly.
Asfaq: How sweet. Do they know you are the fanatic feminist types? And you will go back and blog abt it?
Me: Muhahahahahaa…
Asfaq: U R GOING TO BLOG ABOUT IT, AREN’T U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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A little later, a conversation with Rada (yes, yes, I do have some men friends and guess what, they don’t all hope I’ll wake up speech-impaired!!).
Rada: All Best Wishes for a Safe, Happy and Fulfilling 2009. Let 2009 be for you the year of the “knight in shining armour”!
Me: I think I’ll be happy with a common man in a clean outfit so long as he has some understanding of the terms ‘loyalty’ and ‘commitment’! Thank you very much!
Rada: You have just defined the modern “knight in shining armour”!
Me: I have to blog this conversation, for posterity.
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And finally, in reply to my tweet asking if I should turn into a nice, sweet girl-next-door, says Cynic,
Sweet girl next door? er…personality transplant needed errr..
Gah!! I did try! Hebby noo yurrr, women and other creatures!! Be back on the other side of this day for more pow-wow!
