And so I stabbed him repeatedly with a fork.

The Man was telling me about the typical ‘matching equations’ between males and females.

According to him, if you see a good looking girl go out with an ugly guy, it’s probably for the money. If you see a good looking guy with an ugly girl, that’s true love. If both parties are good looking, it’s a match made in heaven. If both parties are ugly, that’s called “boh pian” (Hokken: No choice).

Later that evening, when we were sitting across each other in a restaurant (with VERY flattering lighting, may I add):

Frou: Wah. I never realize you have such a high nose bridge. Mine is flat.
The Man: Yeah I know
Frou: And you have a bigger chest than mine.
The Man: Yeah, I know that too.
Frou: WAHHHH! THIS IS SO UNFAIR!!
The Man: No lar, it’s not. It’s called true love.

(-_______-)

Kena sabo-ed.