Speeddating the Sexy fuckbuddy
This was the second time I had it on; I was dressed to kill (or so I thought), but at the same time 20 minutes early, pacing the toilet and breaking into perspiration because Singapore is just too damn humid.I was right: I was dressed to kill — to kill myself.The first lady, Marilyn (not her real name), was a doctor — pretty, but according to her, just too busy to meet anyone.
It ran like speed dating: the students got four minutes with each industry mentor before moving on to the next.Nonetheless, her laughter really put me at ease, and got things back on track — we continued our little chit-chat for the next couple of minutes. Things went a lot smoother with the next 11 ladies; I was less nervous and I think they were too.Somehow, when the bell went off for us to move seats, we were talking about the morgue — but that didn’t really matter. Every encounter was different, yet refreshing and fun!(Side note: thank god I didn’t message Marilyn in the two days).Charlene gave me Cynthia’s number, and that led to texting, and even a few dates!
Let me begin by saying that I’m still single, but am pretty much on my way (I hope) to getting hitched.