i've realised that dating is really awkward. i mean, with the right people, it's fun. but after giving out my tenth fake number and meeting very cute men who happen to have a ring on their finger at cafes (i've realised i look like a cartoon character - my return smile is accompanied by that downward glance which upon identifying that gold or platinum band returns my gaze anywhere but back to the cute guy).

i understand the appeal and thrill of flirting if you are completely committed to your partner. and maybe that's what keeps your relationship fresh and your sense of appreciation for each other. but really, folks, you should be so lucky to meet someone whom you adore so much who you deserve.