I have 4 tube dresses in my wardrobe of which 3 I haven’t worn.
Not because I don’t dare to wear any one of them out, it’s just that I haven’t found the appropriate occasion to do that.
Sometimes, I envisage myself wearing a nice and sweet dress, having a candle-light dinner (okay, this is clichéd) with the guy of my dreams by the beach or even a laid-back restaurant tucked away at a small corner of Singapore. We would be having conversations about football, history, life…everything.
My dream guy is one who is pleasant to the eye (of course, everyone is superficial to some extent. I don’t mind a younger George Clooney though), shares my passion (football, history), listens to my kind of music (Brit rock! And some indie groups) and loves to hunt for good food. He must be one who has an open heart, is gracious and matured enough to tolerate nonsense like me as well.
And of course, the usual stuff of being witty, humorous, talkactive, filial, etc etc.
But then again, I must stop daydreaming. I haven’t met anyone like that.
In fact, I’ve met the complete opposite many times, far from what I like and want.
For now, I’ll chill, take a backseat and enjoy singlehood, like what I’ve been doing for the past 9 months.
I must wear one of those dresses soon, even if I’m not going on a date.
I’ve no potential dates to speak of anyway.