Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Hamsap Old Fart

Many have been asking when I'm gonna update my blog after such a long absence. Then, there are also people who have been asking me for movie reviews before they book tickets to the cinema ever since I shredded 'Alexander' to pieces in an earlier posting. I'm flattered really but I just don't have much time nowadays to blog. Nonetheless, I shall keep my fans (and enemies alike) happy by churning out a post or two from time to time.

Recently, I have been having problems with my SmartTag as I haven't upgraded my Touch 'n Go card to the new one and as I made a stop at their office one fine morning on my way to work, I encountered a few middle-aged men facing similar predicaments. A few small talks were going around and I just smiled and politely nodded my head now and then while giving away some non-committal replies. I was asked to fill up my particulars before the change was made for my card and that's when I noticed that one particular 'uncle' next to me was peering very intently across the glass divider down to where our forms laid.

Giving him the benefit of the doubt, I just assumed that he was looking at his own form but I grew wary when I noticed that this particular old geezer is suddenly very friendly towards me. As his turn was right after me, I watched as he suddenly dashed out to his Toyota Camry and that's when the bitter truth hits me. I have no doubt in my mind then that he was going to get his business card, introduce himself to me and ask for my phone number. Don’t ask me how I know, I just did.

I turned back to the teller in horror and rushed her to process my form faster but it was too late. Old geezer was happily trotting back with his business card in hand as I was about to get in my car and stopped me. To make him disappear from my sight faster as I don't intend to date people who are old enough to be my dad, I gave him my phone number which I was going to discontinue soon as I was getting myself a new number.

Uncle seemed happy with and I quickly reversed my car and sped away. He SMS-ed me a few hours later which got no reply from me. This was 2 weeks ago and yesterday I checked my old number for messages, and lo and behold, there's an SMS from his so-called secretary using his number asking to fix an appointment with me. Hmmm, wonder what the fuck he's up to.

I just don't understand this, what's with older guys and younger girls? Why do older men see us as trophies to be dangling from their arms? I bet uncle has a family waiting back at home for him and probably a mistress or two as well and now he wants yet another younger model? Totally despicable!