Ever since the day I became officially un-engaged, I have yet to meet and find the man that people describe as worthy to "grow old with". I must have told you stories I have fictionalized in this Blog, but honestly, most of these are encounters I have had experienced myself or have vicariously experienced with my girl friends, who are fortunately (or unfortunately, depends on what you believe in) are in the same Facebook status as I am. (Single, and hoping.)
Well maybe I am not hoping for it to happen fast or soon enough. Perhaps I am too busy exploring and enjoying things as they come and men as they drop from somewhere.
I am enjoying a sweet life. Almost a decade ago, I had a quick stint as a commercial and part-time photography model; I was in the travel and leisure business; and now, I have successfully worked myself out from our family business. And in the next month, will be on a new career. But I will never stop enjoying wine.
I have been asked, quite often, why someone like me (yes, I do have great looks) would find it hard to settle and find the right man. I would like to answer that question.
It is not about how hot you look. Finding and keeping a relationship beyond the wild sex is much, much more work. And I would rather stay on this same course of exploring the rest of the world, until I find someone willing to help sustain a relationship for life. I have not lost my idealism despite my "frequent failures" and it's ironic, if I could only add up those moments into my frequent fliers club, I could have travelled the world thrice over.
So this Post here is my moment of wisdom. I turn 29. Single. Happy. And still totally hot.
I know the "happy" thing does not last very long until the next heartbreak or the next great expectations exercise. I am taking my time enjoying my life, the men in it and everything else in between. In my Beaver Diary I will tell-all, and sometimes, I tell these men that I love to write and Blog about it. They are too busy in my "body is a wonderland" to take me seriously. Therefore, I exercise my editorial prerogative to post the pages of my journal that are worth remembering. After all, it's my diary and journal.
And until then, Happy birthday to me! If I drunk-blog post in the next few days, then just enjoy it. I will be sober sometime.