Charlie & The Chocolate Shop

7.35pm ● Starbucks Vivo

I'm feeling estatic! Just stepped out of Page One with TWO of Belle De Jour's books. I nvr thought they hv it here in my tiny island. And nw I finally have em in my hands. Awesome!!!

I met up with a client earlier at 3pm. At first I thought i'd nickname him 'Ashok' as in like Belle's Ashok. But I think I'll name him Charlie... cos Charlie has a chocolate factory. Ok maybe not a factory but a chain of chocolate shops. Good enough. More than I'll ever ask for! *weeeheeeee*

I had actually wanted to bail when I caught sight of him. He wasnt really e Hrithik Roshan type tt I was imagining. As I walked away to exit e scene, something made me turn back. I dunno what. Perhaps I didnt hv e heart.

Firstly, you know I have this rule against going out with APNNs. But I do make rare exceptions for the Northern ones (cos they're a bit more good-looking). Charlie was one of them... I was trying hard to remember the name of a Bollywood actor that resembles Charlie and its Sunil Shetty (left). Not too bad lah. A bit scruffy, quite sexy... but if he looked like Shahid/ Arjun/ Akshay or Saif, it would be a million times better. (heh. a woman's allowed to be shallow too, right?)

Whatever it is, they are all uber-cocky anyway and Charlie, a S'pore PR, fits the cocky APNN stereotype to the T. But when he tried to coax me to meet him for coffee (just to get to know first - free :P) I wasn't interested until he mentioned his CHOCOLATE shop. He got me at chocolate.

Chocolate, by the way, is my krypronite. So I thought, fine. This might lead to something interesting. I'll give him a shot, just as long as the coffee's on him.

And so we chatted for about an hour at Starbucks. We shared our interests, fave music, movies, family, career, and talked about everything under the sun. It seems that our interests are quite the oppposite apart from the few common factors which is that we're loners and dont have many friends. All the time while chatting, I was trying to decide - fuckable? non-fuckable? fuckable? non-fuckable? The verdict didn't arrive till much later in the evening.

After our chat, he brought me to his shop. I was half expecting that he could have lied about the part where he owned the chain of stores but I guess he didn't. I've been to the shop before to relieve some chocolate cravings. Only once though cos most of the chocs are pretty expensive. Then Charlie gave a mini tour around the store and introduced me to the different kinds of chocolates - pralines, truffles, meringue etc.

The sweetest thing was when he asked me to pick my fave one... whichever one i liked, and said to take it as a gift from him. *meltzzzzzz*

So I picked put a white chocolate Fererro which when I later tasted, was uber sinful and drool-worthy. Soon after we said our goodbyes-'see-u-when-i-see-u's, I disappeared into the crowd to search for a hide-out to chill. Then my Jalou chimed and it was a text from Charlie.



Oooooh... he likes me, alright *winks*. And I didnt even realise he stole a glance at my butt, which is actually my biggest insecurity.

That night I managed to clinch an appointment with Charlie. Next Wednesday evening.

Like all other clients, I hope he won't bail. Till then, if it happens.. it happens.


xoxo

{Sent via my Sony Ericsson Jalou}