Charlie went to Singapore this week for a holiday. He said he was disappointed not to be there for my last day. We had lunch together on Friday - he wanted my mobile number and my email address, so he could keep in contact. He said he was on Facebook, but Charlie Chen is a very common name, let me tell you and I can't find him. Who'd have thought. He wants to have brunch on Sunday, he even wants to come over to my side of the city. Yes, he's a southsider.
"Oh?" say my friends when I tell them.
"Prahran?" they ask tentatively.
"Actually, worse," I say.
"Not Brighton?" one friend asked aghast, as if I couldn't even consider such a liaison.
That made me laugh. Brighton people are the real nouveau riche and awful, I have found from my experience.
"No," I say. "He lives in the namesake of the Southside."
No one gets that.
Not that I've got anything to report and I may even be kidding myself quite considerably. It's just a feeling I have... and besides, I like him.
Let's see where Charlie and I can end up?
I think he's cute. I like him. He looks at me with those big, brown eyes.
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