DINNER OF THE YEAR

If some people just had their Wedding of the Year recently, I’ve just had something of an equal standard. At least for me. But it wasn’t a wedding, it was a dinner.May be seen as trivial by some but it was really a meaningful one for me. Since it’s not easy to get the chance to dine with him, I mentioned to him that I would blog it just for the sake of remembering it and here I am writing about it.

I got his SMS while driving homebound from work. Let’s call him Abang Nice. Let me put word for word of what Abg Nice wrote ‘Jom g mkn kat hartmas square kul 8pm’. I was smiling although the message was a bit plain but later Abg Nice explained that he wrote it while he was driving. Quickly, I replied ‘OK c u there’

Abang Nice walked towards us in his nicely pressed white shirt. He greeted us with a big smile and a set of pearly white teeth. In exchange, I gave him the same. Abg Nice said he rarely dined here and he asked what’s best. You are. No…. I didn’t say that to him but I was LOL inside when he asked me that. I knew he sounded lame but I showed him around.

“You makan tak siput sedut?” Abg Nice asked me.

“Eh…I suka siput sedut” I LOL inside again.

“Bagi medium satu eh..” Abg Nice said

“Eh…tak banyak sangat ke tu... takut nanti tak habis,” I said, LOL inside again.

Abg Nice ate fast. When I was already tired of 'seduting' the siput, I rested. Then Abg Nice insisted on me helping him out to finish it. I then did.

Between ‘chopstick’ ing my noddle and 'seduting' some Siputs, Abg Nice made a sweet remark.
“You nampak handsome tonight in your office wear”. I smiled sheepishly and replied “Thanks”

The conversation went along well. Lots of things were exchanged, viewed, shared, debated and discussed. Sorry, I almost forget to mention that Mr Cakewatt was there too. We only realized his presence when every now and then he made a long face and said, “I balik je la…”

Abang Nice grabbed my arm and gripped it hard whenever he teased me and I was playing along and brushed off his hand every time he was trying to touch me again. What a cheeky gentleman.

It was a cold night. Colder than usual. Abg Nice said he was cold. So was I. The cliche phrase struck me "Hon, Baby is cold." LOL inside, yet again. It was raining earlier and it started to drizzle again after the second round of drinks, we then moved to the covered area. We ordered another round of drink until I got real sleepy. We said good night and good bye. We shook hands and departed.

Abang Nice is such a lovely person. Some people regard him as my ‘Imaginary Bf’. But in actuality nobody knows what my imaginations are …..

Perhaps, it was just an ordinary dinner but if some people can have their ‘heaven sent’ and some with their "Wedding of the Year" why can’t I call it, my ‘Dinner of the Year’. Well, I already did ....Good Nite Abang Nice, Sleep tight!!