There are any number of players in mind games, but who's leading?

This has been quite an interesting day.


Lemme see... first was work, then was lecture after work that held me back unnecessarily (though I appreciate that the person says it upfront instead of behind backs, but really... we know when we did something wrong, no need to rub salt), then was the unavailability of just about everyone I could possibly think of for a impromptu luncheon, leading to the lone romp of the orchard streets where played with some people's line of vision and (ahem) see whether or not I could deliberately get a guy to try a pick up.


Needless to say, the deliberate part didn't produce any desired effect.


However, someone did try to pick me up. And his pick-up was much smoother and smarter than the average local guy.


I guess it's because he wasn't a local guy. He's an African contract footballer from Johannesburg staying here for the past few months. Gee, I wonder if it has anything to do with the World Cup, or is it just a coincidence.


But even though he wasn't as obvious as a typical local guy, he still committed some of the usual flaws (most common ones being excessive compliments, repetative conversation during lack of conversational material... not that I was helping very much nyahahaha).


Evil me is tempted to just publish his name here on moi blog for all to see, but he's a nice guy, so I won't do that. However, I think I might play with this guy a little while more. Yes, we've exchanged contacts (don't you love these games? Oh wait... maybe you don't. But I do. Anyone remember the flag day post on the previous blog?). But it's a matter of time before he'll find himself longing to delete it. Muhahahaha...


Whatever though. I established to myself, and his second sms today confirmed that, he is definitely not my type.


Oh my. I just thought of something. It's an evil something, but I might just decide to do it.


My mother is going to kill me twice over and feed me to triggers.