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Sunday, March 5

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I am flattered.

Today, I was hit on.

However, far from being ideal, I was hit on based on the design of my shoe and more importantly, I was hit on by a guy.

Basically I had just sent Sheena to Suntec and was walking back to City Hall MRT through a rather famed underground shopping mall. Anyway, I suddenly had the runs and thus decided to pay the loos a visit. So I plonked myself on the rather comfortable toilet seat and was just beginning to ponder in amazement of how wonderfully clean the toilet was. Toilet seat up. No pee stains. Toilet roll neatly in place. Anyway, I had just replied a sms and I realised the guy in the cubicle adjacent to mine was inching his feet closer towards my cubicle through this gap that lies between the cubicle walls and the floor. He was clad in surfer slippers and shall now be termed Mr. Slippers for convenience sake. Anyway. I just thought that he was squirming hard to egest. I decided to play a game of pinball on my phone. Then I realised Mr. Slippers' right foot was now almost inside my cubicle. Still, I dismissed it as a particularly large poop on its way out. But all of a sudden, FINGERS appeared. Yes. Long slender fingers that I'm quite sure still belongs to a guy cos there was a certain amount of hair on the legs. Anyway. He slipped his right hand through the gap and began to move them in the most suggestive of manners. He made a repeated cyclic motion with his hands that were a mimic of "come here". Now this got me to realise that this was more than a particularly pudgy portion piece of poop. I wanted to leave immediately but due to certain unfinished business, I could not. The fingers were retracted for a bit and I thought that maybe Mr Slippers got the idea that he was interrupting my pooping. Tried as I might to push and squirm, I could not finish my business in any order fast enough to decree immediate removal of my ass from the seat. And then all of a sudden, an entire plam appeared. On it was a handphone that had written on it "Hi, want some fun?" Weirdly enough, this managed to get the poop going and I was soon done. So that was the cue to pick up and leave. At this point of time, there were a couple of scenarios in my head.

1. Practical joke played by some asshole who was obviously constipated and had nothing to do while egesting.

2. A weird ploy to try to grab my phone and run in the event that I replied his msg through the gap.

3. A true need for gay canoodling/ fornication.

Having decided that the last option was most likely, that, compounded by the fact that I was done with my pooping and did not want to give Mr. Slippers any suggestive information that might make him think his chances of getting laid were high, I left the toilet in a most swift fashion.

Anyway, once out of the toilet and into the protective public eye, I decided to wait for the bugger asshole to come out to see which desperado he was. But that did not occur after a while and I realised he might have already moved on to a new target. I was greatly traumatised. Flattered that my shoe would actually attract such attention, but still mostly traumatised.

The weirdest part was that it was obvious from his fingers and foot that he a young cajoler. Not the jikohpeh kind. Somehow that makes it even more off.

I am now in firm favour of an embargo of public toilets.

But he liked my shoe. =D

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In other less scandalous news. I almost broke my PB today. I was at the 6th frame and it read 143 and I had strikes in both the 7th and 8th frame. Almost on course for a huge confidence booster until the counter decided that time was up. It was most dejecting. Boo.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 12:40 AM