Welcome To The Club!
One month later.
Eugene and I became best buddies now. We love each other so much that we were often mistaken as a couple. Our love is of different kind and undoubtedly, his partner(s) [to illustrate his exes and current or future – a much to talk about department of his] always feel threatened with our loving friendship. I have long ago abandoned the idea of straightening his curly and coiled area because I do not want to lose what we have now. Sometimes you don't change things when it is already better. Let's not spoil and kill the fun.
"I love you Eugene. Just the way you are" I've accepted the fact that he is gay and will never have the tiniest interest in me (after he told me that he dislikes boobs). I quickly moved on because no one insults my boobs and I am speaking on behalf of all the women out there too.
"I love your brains Venus. If only..." he sure is from the way he has been going on with the ooh and aah over my analysis and studies.
"Don't even think about it Eugene. It comes in a package. You can't marry my brains alone. Get lost!" I was happy to know that another 'B' of mine has such tremendous value.
My other buddy is a girl. No, she is straight like me. Her name is Fish. Mind you, she drinks like a fish! Obviously she didn't call herself 'Fish' for nothing. Like me, I didn't call myself 'Venus' for nothing too. Venus is the planet of love. Reality check – where is the love? Back to Fish. Unlike me, she is attached – she has a lived-in boyfriend. The contradicting thing about her love department is lucky she has a man but unlucky that he is a no-no case. They constantly fought over his late nights out and his borrowing – from her. Her stubborn side refuses to see and admit that she has a bad case with her boyfriend. No one and nothing can pry open her stubborn head and heart.
"If you ask me to kiss a frog or change her mind – I choose the earlier, Venus" Eugene surrendered to her stubbornness when Fish fought tooth and nail to keep her stubborn ideas one fine afternoon.
"Her stubborn nature is suicidal!" Eugene looked at me wildly when Fish knocked him off another time with her stubborn thinking.
"She is our stubborn Queen. When you are the Queen, you bow to no one" I have to make such a point to calm down Eugene.
As much as Eugene hates her stubborn side, they hit off too like old friends. The three of us form a club called "The Trio Club". You see, our club is formed for the following reasons and activities:-
(a) Dumping bin;
(b) Drinking (non-alcoholic inclusive)(#$^&@%!*+^!!);
(c) Motivation session;
(d) Muscles reflex theraphy; and
(e) Filter.
All of the above are therapeutic and truly effective for us. Whenever we need to bow to pressure at work, taking it out on colleagues, bosses or worse, clients, is a huge mistake – so item (a) was created and The Trio Club will take in all pent up negative energy, reenergise it and invite positive energy into our lives. How? We pour out and when it happens, it pours heavily. I called it speech diarrhoea. Both Eugene and I are naturally No. 1 fans of positive thinking which will lead us back to feeling better right before the shitty time happened. Fish has a different idea. She prefers bitching. We had to go home and clean our ears after her session. Amazingly, her method insanely works for her. Believe me, she is fantastic in it. Eugene and I are the only people who are the receiving end of the earful load. With us, her courage in bitching glaringly shines.
"WTF!" Fish cursed loudly when she read her boyfriend's sms on her mobile phone. They were fighting over something silly and have been sending each other mean messages to get even.
"You mean What-The-Fish, is it?" I was trying to educate.
"No!" as soon as I said those words, I very much regretted it because Fish showed me her middle finger (thinking that I had no clue what 'WTF' could mean). Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention, Fish is half of the time blur. She doesn't register things in seconds but that's what made Eugene and I like her a lot.
Moving on to item (b), ooohh how Eugene and Fish loved to drink. They can and will drink anything, and I am sure their bodies are very much intoxicated. Fish finds me boring for not drinking and that didn't bother me. Eugene was as astonished as her when he later found out that I don't drink. Anyway, they both now have each other during our drinking session. Sorry, 'their' drinking session. I get scolding from them for the inclusion when the fact that I don't touch alcohol. Sigh. I was told it's a crime that I don't drink. Really? So, when we hang out, it's always orange juice and mojitos for me. As long as I don't get food poisoning for mixing both, I am happy with my orders.
"I thought Fish is bad, you are worse Eugene!" I was shocked when I saw how Eugene drinks his alcohol.
"And you are lousy Venus!" Fish came to Eugene's rescue.
"Yeah, mojitos please" Eugene imitated my orders.
"Make it Virgin" Fish chipped in.
"Remember, I want it V-I-R-G-I-N" Eugene made the finale imitation to my order.
Eugene and I are two positive souls (well, not totally because every now and then we still give in to pessimism) and we have a lot to thank to books like The Law of Attraction, The Power and the rest that could bring our knees to their power of love and positivity. Fish likes to dwell on the opposite and has a knack of yo-yoing the lesser or greater of a negative issue. Item (c) is more or less a brainwashing session for us. When it comes to Fish's issue, Eugene and I have to work doubly hard to make Fish look at our angle. Yeah, we have had our fair share of locking horns and digging our heels (no, Eugene doesn't wear heels) making us look a lot more like frenemies than buddies. Exhausting experience but rewarding because we found a better way during the course of it – persuasion.
"Fish, why are you not hopeful over positive thinking?" Eugene couldn't understand why she enthusiasts pessimism.
"Will it promise me a pass to heaven?" Fish shot back.
"It makes your feet firmly grounded here and now" remembering how the present is the making of our future.
"Fish, you are a darling and you are at best when you show that soft sympathetic side of you. Bring it out and please allow the world to know you!" I didn't know Eugene has such persuasion.
"Alright! Just for you Eugene" Fish ate his bait and stopped battling head-on on some stuff which we were discussing in one of our hanging-outs.
Item (d), face muscles exercise! We put on some rock music – make our jaws go up and down like aerobic, move our eyeballs from left to right, top to bottom and reverse the cycle, put on a pout and move our lips about, which may in no time give us pouty lips and finally, make cute funny faces and hopefully that will turn us into adorable creatures. There you have it – muscles reflex theraphy! This activity is none other than when (yes, we do all those things) we each receive and react to a tease, a sarcastic remark, a scolding and/or a compliment (Psst! We are all suckers for compliments). No rock music whatsoever played along with us – unfortunately. Anyway, still an awesome theraphy!
The last one in the list, which is, item (e) - filter. This was created especially for me. Eugene holds the key. Fish is barred here. She will only make things worse for me. Her presence would pose a major challenge and difficult for me to wrestle my way in into it. So, I've put a 'No Entry' sign to this one where she is concerned. Call me selfish but who is deprived of love here. Her current one needs handling and what more, is currently current. So, not until she is done with him, she can't join us. I know we are The Trio Club and I started it, so, I set the rules, in accordance to my whims and fancy. This is the best part when you are leading the group.
This is where Eugene and I will hang-out and try to spot the eligible man out there for me. Ahem! The straight ones, of course. Eugene will steer his counterparts away from me (then I won't have to do double work and get disappointed later if the guy I am interested is as curly and coiled as Eugene). Let me get something right here – sometimes I call them 'guy' and sometimes 'man' and that would depend at what age group I found my interest. Get me? Oh, yes, notice how I used 'guy' and 'man' with Eugene – it's just because he falls in-between those two.
I found myself searching. I don't know what it is that I am searching. The search has been, wow, I think should be long enough that resulted in zero success in relationship with anyone. Is pickiness to be blamed for the failure or just plain unlucky or time is yet to bring me the One. I feel a slight nudge about something but couldn't fathom what it is. Something is holding me back from working on a relationship to full bloom. Maybe those guys were never truly the One and hence, it happened again and again. Then, who is truly the One? I don't know why but I do have this feeling that I will not settle until I've found it. Will my search bring me to something or someone or – ultimately, nothing.