Another day, another date. Just had coffee at the mall with another tres-exotique young lass. 28 years old, works in financial services for a car dealership. Which means she’s probably one of those people who makes poor suckers like Ben Mendhleson’s character in The Big Steal (?) pay 3 times their cars actual value in ‘easy finance options’. But hey, we all have to make a buck somehow, right ?

Anyhoo … she’s another Paki-Malaysian blend, though this one grew up in Singapore and looks Indian more than anything else. Which is always music to my tastebuds ;P Unlike the one I hooked up with last night, she doesn’t strike as the type to buy porn and toys on a first date either … which isn’t necessarily a bad thing ! And I don’t think she’s a pot-smoker either, unlike the other one. That is definitely good news !

She actually walked right past me on her way from the carpark to the mall interior, and I caught myself thinking “If that’s her she’s even cuter than her photo”.

This was right after the slightly less enthralling realisation “Ah fŨck, if that’s her she’s taller than me !” Yes, unfortunately dear readers, this one towers over me in only moderately chunky shoes … 178cm tall … yikes !

So if she ever wears heels when we go out again, I am well and truly fŨcked unless I get myself some of those $500 goth boots with the chunky-arse sole and reinforced steel toe they sell at Raben. Somehow though, she doesn’t strike me as the kinda gal who would appreciate that look …