of Giving Foot Massage and Being Featured in The Newspaper.

The girl who believed in Women’s Rights and Equality, but held on tight to the idea in which guys should pay for her shopping and dinner, had lost her grip – twisted, i thought her mental ligaments were beginning to swell when she agreed to pay for my dinner.

I was reading National Geographic magazine on the ground floor of a shopping mall. I saw her coming from the back.

“Hehe, i was just about to surprise you,”

“I saw you coming la. Sweetheart.”

She quickly grabbed my left arm, curling hers with mine. We were walking arm in arm when she asked the question of where we should eat. I wasn’t hungry, i was looking for opportunity to escape few calories, so i told her “Anywhere you want la my dear. Mamak also can.”

We went from one diner to another, but in the end, we came to agree to check out the chinese restaurant that located outside of the shopping mall.

“I think i take this La Mien. Wait, issit nice? Issit something like pan mee?” I went through the menu not having any idea of what to order but to fully depend on the pictures.

“Yeah, i think it’s nice. But it’s pork you know. Like China styled noodle. But i think it’s nice.”

I asked her of whom she was dating, what she was reading, casual conversation took place.

“I bought a new ipod nano for RM350. Do you think it’s cheap?” She kept asking me about her newly bought ipod.

“Wait, you’re dating who?”

“A few guys. Do you think that my ipod is cheap. I bought it for 350 you know. Ipod nano, 4 gigs.”

“So of all the guys that you’re dating, who do you like the most?”

I randomly answered that her ipod was indeed cheap. She had to bear with all the gory details in my questions to her about everything. About The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini. About The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle. About the guy whom she was dating.

“This, the monkey, looks like you,” giggling, i showed her the front page of the National Geographic magazine which i had in my hand.

“Very funny,”

“You know ah, my boss tired of me coming late to work everyday. One day ah, he really asked a reporter from NST to come interview me why i like coming to office late one,” to have faked the local chinese accent was indeed a talent of mine.

“He did that? Really?”

“Really. Last saturday morning suddenly my friend text me, asking me where i work. She said i was in the newspaper!” Priscilla, another of mine, were laughing at my name when she read the news.

“Haha. How late are you? Usually what time you come to work.”

“Very late one. Eh you know something, one day my friend showed me your name was in the news too. The Star. He googled your name.”

“Yeah loh. You google me got pictures one. Wait, who is he, how did he know my name. Did you blog about me? Did you put my picture? Eeeyeeerrr ugly la that picture!”

She kept on hinting me to go into detail about the friend of mine who had googled her. I kept on leaping off topics because i knew the only answer that she sought for was, “whether my friend is cute, or not.” I was a sadist, i had to deliberately derive pleasure from inflicting pain on her.

“Hey Firdauz, since it’s still early, do you want to drop by at my place first?”

“Ha?”

“Before you go back. Lepak at my place first okay, like an hour like that.”

We went back together, to her place. She took a shower, i took her book to kill my morals. The title; “The Ultimate Guide to Fellatio – How to Go Down on a Man and Give Him Mind-Blowing Pleasure“. The book of the blowjob discipline would have make her a doctorate i thought.

“I wanna get laid, i wanna get laid, i wanna get laid.” My mind was full with this thought.

Alas, the book was too graphic that i had to pick a graphic novel to delete the sexual overtones i had in mind.

Coming out from the bathroom, she asked me whether i want some water.

“Please say you want something to drink.”

“Water?”

She brought me a cup of water and showed me her new ipod nano. I told her i didn’t have any movie for her to copy but porns on my ipod.

“I have a sex podcast in my ipod” she told me.

And then she played the sex podcast with her ipod hooked to the stereo.

“Firdauz, are you good at giving massage?”

I didn’t answer this because i knew it wasn’t a question but an order from her. So i grab her feet, gave her a 20-minute foot massage and went back home to sleep.