well, the one who got away's partner has arrived in town.
i am yet to meet her, and frankly i'm petrified to do so, yet yearning to make a good impression on her.

she will cement and finalise the closure that that door is firmly shut, that i've walked down the immaculate and long driveway amidst the manicured gardens and fragrant jasmine past the tall security gates which have closed with a gentle and firm click.

i want her to like me, but i'm worried that the residual feelings makes me an evil chick.
i don't think i have any alterior motives - i'm not the type to steal someone's man.

micky made me sit down to a sex and the city marathon tonight, complete with take-away thai from her local. and i realised why micky loves the show. as a young thirtysomething, these women, though fictional, reinforces the fact that she is doing ok. sure, she's still sharing a flat, she doesn't make enough money to rent on her own, but frankly neither do i. and we were naive enough to figure we would own our own home by the time we were thirty. what do we have to show for our youth earnings except a wardrobe full of crap clothes that we paid ridiculous amounts for and hardly wore, a nose full of charlie and brains fried with disco biscuits, cab rides and car insurance, access and premiums galore from stupid careless accidents in days gone by.

we don't have great jobs, or rich boyfriends for that matter to bail us out. but we do have each other (until one of us gets promoted or meets some guy who she then devotes most of her spare time with). until then, i'll keep crashing at hers until mitchell comes back from nyc at the end of the summer, when reality hits.