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Silliness

Wednesday, May. 05, 2004 11:24 a.m.

I must admit that I'm a very, very silly girl. Evidence:

When I was very young, like 5 or 6, I thought ants made cool pets. So I used to catch them and throw them into my mother's sugar container. I mean, that was the best home for ants, wasn't it, all that sugar for them to eat?

I used to annoy the hell out of my friend, J2B, by walking like the Scarecrow in The Wizard of Oz. It's like a drunken gait, the way a person would walk if they didn't have proper feet and were made of straw, I guess. She hated me whenever I did the Scarecrow Walk in her presence. The truth was, I did it just to get a rise out of her, and it was fun. This was when we were in secondary school and I think we were 14 or 15 at the time.

I like to roll from one end of my bed to the other.

I have referred to myself as "lusty wench" before.

I misplaced my cellphone once when I was at work. To make it beep so I could locate it, I borrowed a colleague's phone and sent a text message to my number that read: "hello, pretty one".

I'm always dancing when I'm in the house. K suspects I've had modern dance training (by which he means the kind of dance where people throw their arms about and make strange "artistic" poses that are supposed to symbolise lofty things but which the audience would not get at all).

And boy, do I love silly men. Physically I like them tall and athletic and good-looking (read: jock), but if you just got the body but you can't make me laugh, I can guarantee you I'll get bored with you very quickly. Yes, even if you give great sex.

I think there are too many men out there who are just plain mean or boring. They may be dashingly handsome and successful and popular but they just don't know how (or don't want to) give a woman a good time (and again, I don't mean sex). They talk on and on about their work and whatever else that they do and they expect the woman to be (or look) fascinated by every dull word that comes out of their mouths and they never ever ask the woman about her. Maybe they think women are still looking for a Provider. Some still are, I know. But for me, I want a Goofball who can cheer me up and make me laugh till my sides ache.

This is why I find K so adorable. He is just as silly as me. I shan't elaborate too much about what he does, to protect his privacy, but I'll let on this thing he did once. There was an ad on TV selling hair treatments for male pattern baldness, and the company (or "hair-care professionals" as the ad called them) was called Glower (for real. Obviously some people choose a name by their sound and never pick up a dictionary to check what it means). K suddenly turned to me with a serious look, which I quickly realised was supposed to be a glower (the real one). LOL. Oh I love you so.

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