What are the odds?
A little over a year ago, I was going down an escalator inside Cityhall Station when I felt a tap on my shoulder. When I turned around, I saw a face that was vaguely familiar. Without waiting for my reaction, the guy smiled and said, “Excuse me, you look very familiar. Are you from NTU?” I said ‘No’ suspiciously, because I suddenly remembered why I found him familiar. He continued, “Anyway, what do you do then?” I said I was in an ID firm, and his eyes lit up, thinking that I said IT.
“Oh! I’m in IT too! Which company are you from?”
“No, I’m in ID. Interior Design. Not IT.”
This went on for awhile. Yes, the escalator is taking a long time. When we finally got to the bottom of the never-ending moving stairs, I prayed and prayed for the train to come quickly so that I could avoid what I knew was gonna happen.
“So, is there any way I can keep in contact with you? Your number? MSN?”
“No. And my train is finally here. Haha. Bye.”
I realized why I thought I have seen him before. He looked like one of those generic guys in (last decade’s) Friendster who adds only girls to their Friend’s List. You know what I mean? Those who go, “Hi, you look like a nice lady. Care to be friends?”
So last night, I was walking out of Raffles City when I saw a shadow behind me from the corner of my eye. Thinking it was someone I knew (and out of caution), I removed my earphones and turned to face him.
“Excuse me, you look very familiar. Are you from NTU?”
“Oh, then where are you from?”
Oh maaaaaaaan. Speaking very slowly, I told him I was working in a hotel, just so he wouldn’t remember me. And when he asked for my contact, I told him I was in a hurry and would he mind? Then I walked off briskly towards the traffic light which was again, taking forever to turn green.
Jeez. I wonder what it must be like to pick up the same girl twice, and be rejected the same way twice… Without even knowing it. And I can bet my sexy ass that he has done this to the many many women who pass by Cityhall everyday.