Boring day...

Today, Joe's stuck at campus doing some dumb project. Left me alone, with no phone buddy tonight. Sometimes I wonder what I ever did without my Mojo Jojoe. What was I doing all those nights when I was single. Surf the internet? Read books? Checking my mail for new online catalogues from Gucci and Prada? All those seem so boring and meaningless now that I have my Joe. Am I now dependent on love? Am I a loveaholic?

Charlotte of Sex and the City once said that we'd have 2 great loves. I've had Marc and now I have Joe. So if Joe is my last great love, after him will probably come those meaningless toyboys who will never be able to fill my enormous appetite for great loves. If I'm a loveaholic, I certainly can't do with just flings and secret loves. Nothing can replace the feeling of those warm hugs and soul-touching kisses. Of course there is no greater feeling than that of the first kiss, the first hug, the first time our hands touched, but the feeling of warmth and familiarity that comes after that will be the hardest to let go. Why? Because if everyone only wanted to feel the "first times" relationships would never last and people who get over such addiction realise that it's the familiar warmth they can depend on. When people get used to depending on that feeling, they'll never let it go. That's why some people, though in a shitty relationship, still carry on. I understand how you feel Marc. You should dump Strawberryna if she's torturing you.

I just hope Joe is reading this and calls me immediately. I repeat: I'm a loveaholic and I need my fix, NOW!!!

When Jen met Joe...

Halo! Joe's right beside me today so that we can give you an accurate account of our first lunch together. So here goes...

I arrive at Fish & Co and Joe's sitting there, smirking again. I suppose you thought he was going to start molesting me. You people are such perverts!!! I will never do such a thing. It's so wrong to be molested by a stranger. You should only do such stuff with your boyfriend. Anyway, we had a nice little conversation:

Me: Hi
Joe: Hi
Me: Waited long?
Joe: Nah, only about forever
Me: Stop being sarcastic
Joe: Who's sarcastic? :P What are you having?
Me: I'll have a plate of fries and a coke
Joe: On a carb and sugar diet?
Me: Yea, growing out my fats
Joe: Nice... I adore fats
Me: Good for you, since you have loads of them stuck on you :P (he's actually quite fit, not fats. but you can't be generous with praises lest the guy gets fat-headed)
*waiter comes and we order food*
Joe: So what's your major
Me: I major in Social Science, you?
Joe: I major is Garbology
Me: Really? That explains the smell
Joe: Yea, can't get enough, can you?

As you can see, loads of flirting going on. Probably getting more and more x-rated as we proceed. So I'll cut to the chase and say that every meeting was about the same until he got down on his knee and sang that awful britney song. It was blackmail. I had to say yes or he'd be singing it until I did. So I did and here we are now. Just in case you're wondering if I called him darling, honey, Joey or even sweetie pie, I don't. He's my Mojo Jojoe. Most days I call him Jojoe. When I'm lazy I'll call him Jo, without the 'e'. He's really cute when he's sleeping and he's such a great kisser. I'd know that cos I've kissed plenty of losers and good kissers to finally meet a great kisser. So please excuse me now while I run of to do what they say in Chinese as doing what love would do. Haha! If you decode that, tell me. Tata! Oodles and oodles of love to my Joe.

A fresh start...

I always thought I'd be with Marc forever. But I guess sometimes, one can't assimilate everything. Marc left me for Strawberryna (the slut of a fruit) after she got a boob job and gained 2 cups. :P She's now a D cup. That is so sick. I can just imagine her and Marc going shopping when they're 70. They'll need a 2nd trolley to keep her boobs from sweeping the floors.

Anyway, I was having fun as a single for the last 6 months until I met Joe. I know you're probably going to say, "That is such a bloody common name, are you making this up?". Honestly, no. Joe is real. And I love him to bits. I'm sitting here listening to the sappy song he sang to me on the day he asked me to be his gf. He sang 'I was born to make you happy'. A Britney song?? What a dope, huh? Yea, but I love him to bits. Not because he showers me with love, affection and presents. Not because he doesn't mind that I'm only a B-cup. Not because he doesn't mind that I have an ass like Jennifer Lopez. Why? Let me tell you the story. The Jenn and Joe story.

3 months ago, on campus, I bumped into this oaf. Not only he dropped my new white Furla bag, he stomped all over my Bubbles notebook and he just smirked and walked off. So typical right? Girl meets obnoxious freak and obnoxious freak just smirks. But it was such a charming smirk. I was besotted. But I hated him. How can you be besotted and hate a guy at the same time. Some girls in my school even called him a minger. But they've never witnessed the smirk. Otherwise they'd never have said that.

Anyway, I never saw him again. Then, a few weeks later, I was at Jubbjubb's party and I met him again. And I know it was cheesy, but I accidentally spilled coke on him. He was so pissed until I started to wipe his shirt with a napkin. I was so engrossed with wiping him that I accidentally dabbed the napkin on his fly. He flinched and started to look very embarassed and he left the party. Naturally, I was puzzled. I mean, it wasn't like I was molesting him. I just forgot that he'd probably wanted to wipe his groin area himself. So I asked for his number from Jubbjubb. It was then I found out his name is Joe and that he's been a student in my college for as long as I have. So why haven't I ever seen him before. Now that me and Strawberryna are not on speaking terms, I had to turn to a new friend, Honey, to ponder about Joe. Honey said that I should call Joe. Maybe he wasn't embarassed. Maybe he ran off to lure me away from the party so that he could get me alone. Bad planning, eh? :P

So I called Joe and he hung up on me. I called him again. This time he answered. Here is the exchange:
Joe: What do you friggin' want?
Me: Nothing. Just wondering why you ran away the other day.
Joe: Why? You were obviously enjoying yourself, molesting me with a napkin, that you didn't realise why.
Me: What did I do?
Joe: Why are you such an airhead?
Me: I'm not an airhead. I have a 4.0 GPA.
Joe: Probably got your 4.0 from molesting your lecturers with a napkin
Me: I don't think Mrs. Ganesan would like me to molest her
Joe: (starts laughing hysterically)
Me: What? What did I say?
Joe: Nothing... Mrs. Ganesan of all people to mention... (continues to laugh)
Me: You're crazy.
Joe: So are you. Want to have lunch tomorrow?
Me: What for?
Joe: So that I can molest you this time.
Me: Ok.

And that was how we got our first date. I'm a bit tired now. So I'm going to continue my story in my next post. Till then. Tata! Oodles and oodles of lurve to my Joe.