First Encounter
I was introduced to Matt by an acquaintance at Balaclava tonight. Like all the “friends of friends” I meet at Balaclava, I do not have much of a first impression of him. In fact, I remember saying a cool “Hi”, before walking away to join my friends at another table.
It was only later, when my friends and I went to MOS and we joined them at their table, that we started talking. He was friendly. I learnt that he was a pilot flying with Singapore Airlines, and since I used to be with the same Airline, the two of us were soon exchanging funny anecdotes about our work. We also exchanged numbers.
Later, he joined me and Didi at Zouk (we got a little carried away club-hopping). At Zouk, I asked him the all-important question: “Are you married or attached?” To his credit, he replied without hesitation: “Yes, I’m married.” Nonetheless, I remember standing a little further away from him.
At supper, we had fun talking about his two kids, my little nephew, and all topics wholesome and platonic. He told me that it was his first time at Balaclava, and that it was more than a year since he clubbed so late. As I took a long drag from my cigarette, he told me that he was a health freak who worked out a lot and hence didn't really drink.
What crossed my mind, as he walked me home at 6am, was how different I was from the bona fide “Family Man” beside me.
It was only later, when my friends and I went to MOS and we joined them at their table, that we started talking. He was friendly. I learnt that he was a pilot flying with Singapore Airlines, and since I used to be with the same Airline, the two of us were soon exchanging funny anecdotes about our work. We also exchanged numbers.
Later, he joined me and Didi at Zouk (we got a little carried away club-hopping). At Zouk, I asked him the all-important question: “Are you married or attached?” To his credit, he replied without hesitation: “Yes, I’m married.” Nonetheless, I remember standing a little further away from him.
At supper, we had fun talking about his two kids, my little nephew, and all topics wholesome and platonic. He told me that it was his first time at Balaclava, and that it was more than a year since he clubbed so late. As I took a long drag from my cigarette, he told me that he was a health freak who worked out a lot and hence didn't really drink.
What crossed my mind, as he walked me home at 6am, was how different I was from the bona fide “Family Man” beside me.
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