As he leaned forward to kiss me, I could feel his right hand slowly moving up from my thighs, sweeping against my skin, gracing my perky nipples. I closed my eyes... ouhhhh Ashraf babyyyy.....!!!
Oh god, I wish it was really Ashraf Safdar (cos he's just so damn hot, and smart). But this particular gentlemen ended up with an hour with me due to some inaccurate details that was provided. You see, he was the one who took up my bait for the Patrizio Buanne concert. In his email, he did mention of the 'oompa loompa' mix but 'with British roots'. BRITISH ROOTS MY ASS!
Anyway, we decided to meet up last Tuesday, prior to the concert. I thought it wasn't such a bad idea, that we could get acquainted and warm up to each other. Also because I insist that he collect the concert tickets on that day and I get to hold on to my ticket, just to be safe.
The ONLY reason why I agreed to going to the concert with him is cos he said he had British roots, that's why I didn't rule him out straight away. But when I saw him at Coffee Bean the other day, I could feel my blood level shoot up and smoke must have been coming out of my ears! You know my preference for 'anyone-but-oompa loompas'!!!
From the way he spoke to the way he looked, there wasn't a speck of English DNA-strand. I could probably have given him credit if he had some wit, sense of humour or charm. Nada. Zilch.
I know I could've just walked away, even though I know he had already seen me from afar. But I didn't have the heart. Can you believe the guy... 2 minutes from the moment I sat down, he said something like -" I know in the email I said we should have dinner first before we proceed to the hotel, but now that I've seen you I think I want to have you now."
What the fuck of a man is that? Its just the way he said it, that repulsed me to the max, it made me feel sick in the stomach. What? Am I like, steak, or something?
Honestly, I feel like throwing up everytime I think about him (not to mention the breath). It is the FIRST time in my kissing history that I did not swallow my saliva. And when he started to caress my body, I usually like to watch but this time, I HAD to close my eyes, pretending I was enjoying it, but instead trying hard to imagine it was Ashraf Safdar.
Once the hour was over, we went separate ways, and I jumped into the nearest cinema and watched Shrek4, in 3D, just to get the whole thing out of my head, not forgetting, bottles and bottles of Pokka green tea.
I've repelled several request for dates with him since that night, the next one being on the very next afternoon. I could really use the money, but seriously, cannot 'lah!
Next I'm supposed to see him is for the concert, and then 'the hour', and then, the end. Hopefully Patrizio will be a good distraction for the night. *cross my fingers, eyes and toes*
xoxo
p/s: About Ashraf, if anyone from the production team of Singapore Talking happen to be reading this, puh-leassssee do something about Ashraf's hair. Week after week his hair is all messed up and look like he just walked in the rain. He's publicity pics are really nice, one with his cute floppy hair (see above)...
p/ss: Hooked up with Marcus earlier today. Yup. He's not so dead after all.
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