A Letter

Dear Tiff,

I have news!!

I met someone interesting lately. Yess! Finally, right? I am sure you must have been crossing your fingers on this one for me too. He is ohh so handsome and awesome! He gets all the ticks in the boxes. You got to meet him and I bet you will be proud of me for fishing this one, whom I believed that the last best man on earth – neared to extinction!

Awww...GOD is so good to me – save the best for the last best person. He (I am sure GOD too) thinks the world of me and since then I walk taller everyday. I nearly forgot, in the last 20 over years, what 'beautiful' means and now I've been cursed being beautiful!

Ok. I know you know I lied.

I did meet someone interesting – trust me. We can keep the 'Yess!'. The search for the One is still on-going. We have been crossing our fingers for each other (Just about anything we want since we were 16) and you can continue to do so for me in my love life (Sigh. The same old sob story).

He is no doubt handsome (My saliva drools on your behalf too) and definitely an awesome guy – yup. All the ticks in the boxes remain ticked because he deserves them. He probably is a rare breed and the last best person for his type (Please be patient – I am getting there).

Again and again, GOD is testing my patience and judgment. Yet, again and again, I failed GOD's mission (Did you notice how the sky thunder lately? – They were for me). Having said that, I am still the last best person because GOD is yet to bring me the One who truly d-e-s-e-r-v-e-s me (You are my BFF, right? Just give it to me – the only way to keep disappointment at bay).

I do walk taller, with the help of higher heels (What else?) and him. He thinks I am a great person (You know me and my limping confidence, so, he is now my confident booster). Beautiful – of course! I am staying strong on this one. I imagine stepping out from Vogue every single day and that did the superb trick. Pssst! Thankfully I am a late bloomer, I am pretty sure menopause will delay its visit.

Eugene is gay.

See! Indeed, he is someone interesting because he is different from the rest! You must agree it is a 'Yess!'. He has been helping me in my search and you need not worry that I am all alone in my journey. He is my walking cupid now. Tee hee.

But I miss you and us (the old times)! I was the 'Mills & Boon' girl and you were the 'Textbook' girl back there then. You were the cheerleader. I was the scriptwriter. We were and are still different people but that's exactly what made us become the closest friends (I bet we were best friends in our former lives too). We were a chatterbox (Just to each other) in and out of school (Hehe. The other girls just hated our friendship). Amazingly, until today, we still can't stop talking to each other when we do meet.

No wonder GOD made us BFF than a couple – we won't do anything else except TALK. We definitely won't achieve anything except MORE talking. Remember how our parents had to pull us away from the phone to get us do our homework!? We were that brutally passionate in sharing!

Tell me, why can't it be the same with Fish and her boyfriend? (By the way, Fish sends her regards). I've tried all things to make her open her heart, mind and eyes to seeing, believing, thinking and feeling. What happened? "I love him!" was all she offered to repay my kindness. Ok, you know I don't cross over that line when it is made obvious to me – bad karma for breaking up people. My mouth has been kept shut ever since that day. She then continued to tell me that he is a man.

Yeah and I am damn sure my mother is a woman.

Xoxo,

Venus

P/S. By the way, how are you?

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Uncle Don – he either finds Viagra a bitter pill to swallow or he has to throw in a few of his 'best friend' to get a decent turn-on – the unladylike me kill almost anything that sizzles. Hahahahaha! – That's my imagination making love with my head. If I caress it a little, the love making will take to greater heights.

"Don't tell me you are at it again?" Tiff's husky voice jolts me back to the here and now, just in time to stop me from turning the love making into something unimaginable (here it means a turn-off and not the other way round. Sorry).

"Tiff!" I am so happy to see my BFF after such a long time and held her hands like good old times. We don't go all over each other and have bodily contact (hug, hugs or more hugging – boy, I think my mind still lingers on Uncle Don and his affair with Viagra) instead we keep a tiny distant giving each other enough space to be closed. That's our chemistry.

"Where were you?" Tiff can't help probing into my wild imagination. I am sure she must have missed it terribly.

"Peeling the layers" I enjoy teasing the moment and make her keep guessing.

"Whose!?" Tiff eyes wide with excitement and starts giggling like we were still sixteen.

"Uncle Don" I smile cheekily helping her with her luggage into my car. It is going to be a slow and long journey back to her house from the airport because we will be focusing more on our conversation and less on the road – which only means I will miss the correct turnings a whole lot more and making U-turns the best turning of the day.

"What?" Tiff smile and jaw drops. I love this part.

"Yeah!" I am such a bad girl.

"You mean the tarot card lady told you Uncle Don is the One?" Tiff looks at me wildly and I think she isn't sure to be happy or seriously really truly very happy with what she has been fed. I can see she wants to be happy for me but her emotion betrays her expression. He he.

"Tiff – Gotcha!" I better let her go on this one before she gets huskier. I have long ago noticed how she gets huskier whenever she is caught in an unsure situation. Tsk. She has a tendency to whisper when she gets huskier. Thank GOD I am not a lesbian or a guy – this is definitely a turn-on.

Me? I am loud and with that, no amount of Viagra will make Uncle Don boogie. Damn. I hate this self discovery. The more I search for the One, the more I discover how imperfect I am. Sigh. I wonder how accurate the prediction of the tarot card lady or was she just entertaining me that day. But again, you don't go around manipulating your own psychic power, right?

"Venus, what about Eugene?" Tiff changes the subject. She changes the prince charming but stays on course with the subject and still hopeful over Eugene.

"He is gay" definitely no love making in this subject. Even if I try, I won't know where to begin.

I pull away from staring at the road and shaking my head, I look at Tiff. That was a knowing mutual sign which translates to say I confirm Eugene is 100% gay. She thinks Eugene may not be gay after all. I assured her in one of my updates to her that yup-he-is-very-much-curly-and-coil-alright. She went berserk and on a double 'Damn!' in her reply to me.

Suddenly, I hear Tiff sniffs to a tear. Awwww, that's so sweet of her – she is emotional over my sob story. I guess that's what BFF are for! I thought I will start to cry when I get it all out from my chest. I can't be doing that right now if she is going to do it on my behalf. Who will lend the moral support then? Ok. I better hold back my tears but my eyes are dry. Why am I not sad?

My sob story is already a routine and it doesn't matter how sobbing it gets because I believe I have been injected immunity. So, by when things really work out beautifully for me one day – I know I would have tasted Viagra. He he.

"Tell me, what else did the tarot card lady predict?" Tiff and her BFF-ness.

"He is right under your nose" the words are still echoing the mysterious man in my head. I managed to dig the last bit out from the tarot card lady before Fish and I got shooed out from her consultation room. No matter how cheapskate I appear, I paid for the brief prediction she did for me, though not the full amount, still something for an exchange of energy and information. I don't want to owe anyone anything and have to pay double the price for my thoughtless act. Anyway - Arrggh! Who are you, the One?!

"Oh! That's good news! But who Venus?" Tiff looks every bit as surprise as I do.

Suddenly, the Universe presented me a puzzle to solve. One missing piece to complete the whole damn stupid puzzle. Ooops! Shit! I shouldn't be cursing about my love life. Dear Universe, I take back my words. Please reverse that and don't give me a stupid man to love. Thank you. I always keep in mind my mother's lesson on manners – be thankful for what you asked and/or been given. Undoubtedly, I am a good daughter.

Eugene, Fish and I have been doing some inspector job – list out all the potential guys who could possibly be 'The One' and our conclusion was -anyone can be 'The One'! I got a shit load of scolding from Eugene for first, being cheapskate and second, being stubborn. Pride stopped me from going back to the tarot card lady for more. Maybe my subconscious thinks it's best for the Universe to surprise me with The One (delivered on a silver platter...He he) than be kept informed of the meeting.

"Tiff, I don't know. We brainstormed last week" I offer no clue because I am clueless as hell.

"Maybe you should focus and get your intuition to do some work" Tiff, my BFF who believes in my power. Hey, real stuff. We all have it – just a matter of how much we acknowledge the gift and put it to good use.

I have been too tired lately to get my intuition wired for some insights. Besides, every meeting I had before seemed intuitively the One but they all turned out otherwise later. Maybe it got blocked and empowered by my high hopes when trying to make things work. How a shift of priority changed the whole setting. Sigh. I am not sure of myself anymore now.

"Maybe Tiff. How long are you going to be here this time?" I just want to put aside the 'Me' thing and do some serious catching up with my BFF.

"Until this weekend" Tiff was never meant to stay here. Destiny has better plans for her away from home since she was twenty.

"Great!" I am so glad she spends longer time on this trip.

"Venus – I'm on a mission for this visit" Tiff gives me her biggest smile.

"Oh." this is a surprise and my low-batt intuition says I may be part of her mission.