Part 1: Welcome to Malaysia

Sunday

Part 1: Welcome to Malaysia

Fresh from my three years break up, first real relationship, I’m back into the single life again. That fateful night, the girls dragged me out to a club to celebrate a birthday. I wasn’t planning to go; I was actually dreading the thought. My ex kept calling asking if I was going doesn’t make it any easier. See we were at a point where this break up doesn’t seem like a break up. He doesn’t want me back, and was seeing another girl (though he denies that they are more than friends), but he doesn’t want me to see other people. What girl in their right mind, would agree to such a bad end deal, right?

So there I was, with the rest of the girls. All dressed up in my cheap halter neck dress, a plunging neckline and a fake smile. The club was packed as usual, as it was the weekends. I keep wishing I was indoors instead of in the loud blaring noise and in proximity of packed pushing bodies. Then, suddenly this cute Greek mixed with Malaysian Chinese boy started chatting me up. The girls smiled at one another and left me alone with him. He kept buying me drinks and talking about how he could sense our aura. Cheap line I must say, lucky for him, I get drunk easily and he was cute. His friend was obnoxious, taking pictures of cleavage and trying to annoy the living hell out of me. When, walking pass us was my ex, with her -“the pushing reason of our break up”.

He saw us, and he was jealous, asking the rest of my friends what was happening. Of course, they kept telling him, bugger off, since he came with her. After “The Greek” has bought me enough drinks to get me smiling like a monkey on ecstasy, my phone number and my drunken promise for lunch the next day, I made my exit and decided to spend the rest of the night with my friends. Before the night ended, my ex made his way to the VIP room and said “Be good, don’t do anything that I wouldn’t want you to do,” and kissed me goodnight. I was intoxicated and just nodded away with a smile.

As I walked down the street to go to the valet with the other two surviving girls, there he was, high as kite (which I only found out later). One of the girls stopped him, kissed his hand while her boyfriend watched and walked pass by, He smiled. Another friend of mine smiled and said in her cute shrieking voice, “Hi !” and continue to walk away. And then there was me, He smiled and said hi, and I flashed him my intoxicated smile. He started asking me, where to go to an after party, and I laughed drunkenly and said “You are three years late for that!” Then I we started talking as I found out that he was a Romanian living in New York, and not 19years old as I drunkenly assumed. He was 30 years old, and that was his last night. The next thing I know, we were kissing right there on the street (Again, I was really drunk). And by jolly goodness, that was one of the longest and most passionate kisses in my life. As corny as this sound, I was breathless. Well, then again, I smoke 1-2 pack of Marlboro’s a day. He just stared at me for a while and told me he wanted a picture of us, He took our picture, and gave me his card. And then he asked my e-mail, and ran back inside to get a pen and a piece of paper. Later, when he got my e-mail he asked me back to his place, And I smiled and said, I came with the girls, The he asked, “Will I ever see you again,”

“It’s your last night, so I guess not.” I answered and then we kissed again, and he was holding me tighter now. Right at that moment, my friends’ car honked at us, and waved me to get in. I smiled, and said, “Welcome to Malaysia. Goodbye.” and left him, with our first picture and my e-mail.

2 days later, while I was at the airport, I saw his first e-mail to me. Looking back at it again, I was actually in the airport, reading his first e-mail…. how ironic. And this is what it said,

“It's me :)
I'm trying to keep it smooth so i'm not gonna say too much... just that ever since I woke up, I've been thinking about kissing you, and it makes me smile every time I do it.
This kind of chemistry is so rare that I actually thought it was extinct. Of course, it would be very nice to meet again. I have a feeling that spending time with you will be very sweet, much like last night :)
I'm sending you our picture as promised... write me back. Perhaps include your phone number :)”

And this is where this Malaysian girl fairytale begins….