One-itis

No guy should be afflicted with one-itis - you know, when you cease seeing women as opportunities because you've become physiologically neutered because there's one (difficult) girl whom you've become emotionally invested to and can't get over.

I met her this term and this was maybe the first girl from UW whom I genuinely liked. Her intelligence, her quirks, her eccentricities, her smile, her sense of humour, even the accent were all oddly endearing. She was unique, not plastic like the rest, and I thought we had a connection... However, as the term progressed, her behaviour grew more erratic, hot-and-cold, even vaguely standoffish... possibly avoiding attachment owing to uncertainty in her own immediate future - like finding a job and avoiding being deported back to Shanghai. I was understandably a little konfused.

That weekend I returned to T.O. and hit the night scene - maybe as a form of cathartic recovery - and it was good having validation that I wasn't that much of a repulsive douche and still had enough charm and game to pull numbers. I spent that weekend with two Singaporean dudes, hitting up a South Asian University Culture Show at the Hershey Centre in 'Sauga (a dance-off between various schools - UW won!), and about 90% of the discussion was Game with the two Singaporean dudes.

One tangible benefit of being bereft of much dating experience over the years is that I've been staved from the emotional pangs that accompany it, because it really is one of those things that can take you from the zeniths of pleasure to the depths of despair. But it's about time I started navigating that complex world - at the very least I need it for my self-betterment because I don't want to become an emotional oaf, even if it means being subject to the agonizing rejections and heartbreaks that are part and parcel of it. Drew calls it an "occupational hazard of the dating scene."

Anyhow, after the events of yesterday, I think I am finally over her. File closed, time to move on, because frankly there are plenty of fish in the sea, and even if most of them are salty and stale, there are bound to be ones with whom I don't have to tolerate all the emotional histrionics. Well, there will be at least one nice professional coupley photo to remember her by. But I deserve better.


NO more looking forlorn!