Our neighbourhood clubkid

Two days is certainly long enough to get over my earlier transformation into the mindless sex-crazed beast and today I even managed to have a civil conversation with a cute guy without even fantasizing for a minute about dragging him over the lunch table for a quick bite. Thankfully, normal working hours with a lot more breathing space gives me the time and energy to turn away from the dark side - therefore enabling the return of my more sedate, conservative ( certainly less sex-obsessed ) alter ego.



Due to some scheduling conflicts, the odd circumstances at work have led to me and Handsome Hui sharing our daily lunch together this week and I've certainly taken the time to know the kid better. Needless to say, the desperate secrets pouring out would make Betty Applewhite seem almost boring. I'm sure everyone has their own dark, wicked sides and it's certainly no different for our boy here but what he confided in me stunned me. For a guy who maintains such a wholesome, all-Malaysian boy persona at work, no one could possibly guess that the weekend nights transforms him into a hip-shaking, booze-swilling clubkid.

Certainly comes as a surprise to me since I can't imagine anything more terrifying than heaps of sweaty, shirtless men packed to the brim in a steamy, smoky nightclub with the thumpa-thumpa music pounding in my ears. Talk about claustrophobic. No doubt I'd probably be raising my hand - not to enact the classic Travolta move but to be carried out of the heaving, steaming mass of manflesh and miles away from the techno-tronic hung-up disco divas with the hips that don't lie. Sure, you might wonder at my sudden sophomoric squeamishness over discos and loud music but lemme put it this way. Mindless marine orgies might sound fine in theory but after a while, the grunting, the sweating and the tangled limbs can get real old - and oddly enough I think I'd prefer a one-on-one encounter after all :) Just Chris Evans would do, pretty please.

Does that make me sound old? Stunned by my sudden old-fogey words, Hui certainly stared at me when I told him my own version of a nice outing. A handful of guys on a couch ( not in an entangled, half-naked jumble of muscular limbs on the couch as you'd expect but seated sedately in public ). Muted jazz in the background. Caffeine and light snacks. A little understated dive by the riverside.

You know what. I think that makes me officially an aging adult - and I actually don't mind all that much.