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Jay

Jay.

I want to write about Jay.

Hmm..i don't have supernatural powers so I don't know how things will be like a month or a year from now. But I believe it's always better to pen my thoughts down for the moment as they are still fresh.

How many time have we gone out.

1st time meeting him, we had chinese food and we walked to a random cafe for coffee and cake where I told him quite a lot about me.

2nd time, we had Din Tai Fung and we ordered quite a lot. No pics unfortunately as the lighting wasn't really good for photos. For dessert, I ordered a tiramisu and a red velvet but he was too full already to have them. Wasted food. But I was kinda happy that day as I just got some $$.

3rd time, it was last Thursday, the day before Good Friday. He decided the place this time. It was Thai. The food was okay. We had turmeric spatchcock and Pad Thai and some rice paper rolls as starters (should be viet right? I don't know). For dessert, we walked to the Star casino, which was quite a bit of walk away from the restaurant we had dinner at. But I didn't feel it was that far away because we were chatting as we walked. Sometimes I feel that being boyfriends can be 'restrictive' in a way, being friends can be quite fun too.

And in between, there was a night when we drove to this dessert place on a Sunday night.

And then there was last night. He came to my place and we went to this cafe to have cake and very exotic hot milk drinks (sorbet susu and a milk-based turkish, rose water drink) chat and spend time together.

We spent another hour? in the car outside my place before I asked him to go home as it was already 1am. The windows fogged up. And he accidentally pressed on the honk. Maybe the car shook a little too.

No la, we weren't having sex. We just talking and me massaging his legs la. Very awkward to visualise i know. But it's all we did.

By the way, he texted me this morning and said he wanted a full body massage. LOL.

He asked me to describe him with three words. (It's something he likes to ask, he's asked me to describe myself with 3 words, asked me to describe how my friends would have described me, etc.)

I didn't answer him  as I was too tired to consolidate my thoughts of him. I asked for more time to think. Hopefully he would have forgotten about it the next time he sees me?

I think he's smart, in a caring way. My life at this juncture, has been very uncertain. I don't know if I will be able to secure a grad position here. And I don't know if I should continue with more advanced studies.

He's been giving me a lot of advice and encouragement. And because I am already so smart right, I know he wasn't just bullshitting or just saying some superficial comforting words. Every thing he said could potentially be quoted as quotations. Like there were so wise, and relevant for the situation that I am in.

He's down-to-earth. He's not someone who would care too much about his hair, or his face or the superficial stuff.

He's matured. He's able to do what I am able to do (well I think 99 percent of them, except technical stuff la). So I don't have to be worried for him (as compared to my ex).

He listens as I speak. And when he speaks, it seems like he's noted my points. He's articulate. He's able to express himself much better than my ex.

He doesn't play with his phone when we are together. I feel like I am getting enough attention.

I think we can communicate.

But, nothing is perfect. Not every aspect of us 'dovetails'.

He is quite conservative in a way. He was quite upset that night when we were talking on the phone about (some) of my sexual history, for about 100 minutes? He cried at one point.

He is a virgin, according to him, but I will need to confirm on this. He couldn't quite understand why I am easily distracted by my horniness.

And no, we don't have to be boyfriends so soon. He's good but I don't want to rush into things. It's still too early to tell.

But I am really trying hard not to be too clingy, not to message him excessively.


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  1. I think this describing someone in three words thing is good. Makes you think a lot before saying something.

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