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My singlehood was abruptly interrupted last Friday, the day our government announced the unprecedented Covid-19 Circuit Breaker in Singapore.
Having been single for some time, a man (or rather, ahem, maybe two) has finally come into my life.
Hopefully, keeping my finger crossed, either one of this would be my singlehood Circuit Breaker, when normalcy returns in a month's time.
The day when PM Lee announced the Circuit Breaker, I met Gregory (not his real name) for a dinner date. Greg is Sue's partner in their co-owned medium sized law firm. I had engaged Greg previously, to sort out some litigious disputes with an ex-tenant in court.
Personality wise, Greg is everything I want – fun, though he's straight as a die. We clicked from the start. However, intimacy was a little stilted. Nonetheless, I am attracted to him, enjoy kissing him, but somehow, the chemistry wasn't really there during our first "workout" last Friday.
I simply hate it when a man prematurely asks me - "Have you come?". It goes to show he isn't able to read my bodily movements, vocals, gasps, and contractions. From my personal experience, such men are the most likely to be insensitive, when the relationship progresses into maturity.
I was wondering if it was his nerves, and hopefully, it would get better with time. He mentioned his going to be ex-wife didn’t have a high sex drive, and that they were in a sexless relationship. Maybe, just maybe, he could be a little “out of practice”.
The next day, Saturday, I decided to give it another try. We met again in his "other" apartment. He said he liked it there because it's quieter, and there was a lesser chance of us being spotted.
Greg lit some candles and put on some soft music before I arrived. We had dinner (which he prepared) and then enjoyed each other in bed. As we cuddled, Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton started playing. Out of the blue, Greg got up and took my hand. We danced nude in candlelight. It was sort of beautiful and romantic, though I felt I was a little "over-age" for this sort of romance. Well, our bodies did generate the warmth of passion. I would rate our second "workout" 6.5 out of 10.
On Sunday, Greg had to attend to his son's issues (probably in preparation of primary school closure, that's what he said to me). Well, I met an ex university school mate Robert (not his real name) for dinner.
Rob epitomises what most of us refer to as "Ah Sia Kia". He doesn't need to work, spends most his time entertaining his family clients, casino hopping, fine dining and indulging in the exquisiteness of his sports car, parked inside his Reignwood Hamilton Scotts apartment.
We were grumbling profusely about the impending and depressing Circuit Breaker. Rob suggested that we do something crazy that night, otherwise, we will all be "lockup" until early May or maybe beyond. Well, a crazy bar hopping expedition led to another, and I was "emancipated" three times in three days - this time in his fabulously luxurious apartment along Scotts Road.
Well, Rob was definitely excellent in bed. There’s an intense sexual chemistry between us, very primal and instinctive. Excellent tantric dynamics, though we hardly spoke while doing it. Our eyes literally connected, our bodies reacted. Despite being ex schoolmates, I felt like I didn't know Rob at all, I mean his prowess and positional stamina. I
If I may add, Rob did make me the diamond of the first water that night.
Today is Good Friday. No work teleconferencing, no Google Duo, and no Zoom.
I just locked myself up, alone at home, sipping coffee, staring at Marina Bay all day, overworking my Breville Oracle Touch. Strangely, there isn't a queue of planes, usually descending in the distant skies, hovering over Batam's airspace, waiting for their turn to land at Changi Airport.
I’m trying to go with my head and focus on Gregory , because this could be a relationship with legs.
At the same time, when he wasn't there last Sunday , I couldn't help reaching for my new Samsung ZFlip, whatsapping and meeting Rob the "Ah Sia Kia" .
I don’t want a relationship with Robert – at least I believe, I don’t. But the revelry at his luxurious Scotts Road apartment was quintessential. Will Gregory improve? Is Robert just another player?
I reckon I know how to resolve this – forget Robert, it's pure carnality. But it’s easier said than done.
I am confused.
The caffeine is giving me insomnia.
Thankfully, we are in the midst of a Circuit Breaker. Dating is prohibited. I still have some time to sort out who should be my "prey".
Having been single for some time, a man (or rather, ahem, maybe two) has finally come into my life.
Hopefully, keeping my finger crossed, either one of this would be my singlehood Circuit Breaker, when normalcy returns in a month's time.
The day when PM Lee announced the Circuit Breaker, I met Gregory (not his real name) for a dinner date. Greg is Sue's partner in their co-owned medium sized law firm. I had engaged Greg previously, to sort out some litigious disputes with an ex-tenant in court.
Personality wise, Greg is everything I want – fun, though he's straight as a die. We clicked from the start. However, intimacy was a little stilted. Nonetheless, I am attracted to him, enjoy kissing him, but somehow, the chemistry wasn't really there during our first "workout" last Friday.
I simply hate it when a man prematurely asks me - "Have you come?". It goes to show he isn't able to read my bodily movements, vocals, gasps, and contractions. From my personal experience, such men are the most likely to be insensitive, when the relationship progresses into maturity.
I was wondering if it was his nerves, and hopefully, it would get better with time. He mentioned his going to be ex-wife didn’t have a high sex drive, and that they were in a sexless relationship. Maybe, just maybe, he could be a little “out of practice”.
The next day, Saturday, I decided to give it another try. We met again in his "other" apartment. He said he liked it there because it's quieter, and there was a lesser chance of us being spotted.
Greg lit some candles and put on some soft music before I arrived. We had dinner (which he prepared) and then enjoyed each other in bed. As we cuddled, Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton started playing. Out of the blue, Greg got up and took my hand. We danced nude in candlelight. It was sort of beautiful and romantic, though I felt I was a little "over-age" for this sort of romance. Well, our bodies did generate the warmth of passion. I would rate our second "workout" 6.5 out of 10.
On Sunday, Greg had to attend to his son's issues (probably in preparation of primary school closure, that's what he said to me). Well, I met an ex university school mate Robert (not his real name) for dinner.
Rob epitomises what most of us refer to as "Ah Sia Kia". He doesn't need to work, spends most his time entertaining his family clients, casino hopping, fine dining and indulging in the exquisiteness of his sports car, parked inside his Reignwood Hamilton Scotts apartment.
We were grumbling profusely about the impending and depressing Circuit Breaker. Rob suggested that we do something crazy that night, otherwise, we will all be "lockup" until early May or maybe beyond. Well, a crazy bar hopping expedition led to another, and I was "emancipated" three times in three days - this time in his fabulously luxurious apartment along Scotts Road.
Well, Rob was definitely excellent in bed. There’s an intense sexual chemistry between us, very primal and instinctive. Excellent tantric dynamics, though we hardly spoke while doing it. Our eyes literally connected, our bodies reacted. Despite being ex schoolmates, I felt like I didn't know Rob at all, I mean his prowess and positional stamina. I
If I may add, Rob did make me the diamond of the first water that night.
Today is Good Friday. No work teleconferencing, no Google Duo, and no Zoom.
I just locked myself up, alone at home, sipping coffee, staring at Marina Bay all day, overworking my Breville Oracle Touch. Strangely, there isn't a queue of planes, usually descending in the distant skies, hovering over Batam's airspace, waiting for their turn to land at Changi Airport.
I’m trying to go with my head and focus on Gregory , because this could be a relationship with legs.
At the same time, when he wasn't there last Sunday , I couldn't help reaching for my new Samsung ZFlip, whatsapping and meeting Rob the "Ah Sia Kia" .
I don’t want a relationship with Robert – at least I believe, I don’t. But the revelry at his luxurious Scotts Road apartment was quintessential. Will Gregory improve? Is Robert just another player?
I reckon I know how to resolve this – forget Robert, it's pure carnality. But it’s easier said than done.
I am confused.
The caffeine is giving me insomnia.
Thankfully, we are in the midst of a Circuit Breaker. Dating is prohibited. I still have some time to sort out who should be my "prey".
