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Oh, this happened a coupla weeks ago and I totally forgot to tell you all/blog about it.

I was at some event launch and this guy tried to pick me up! It was SOGROSS.

Y’see, it was held at Brewerkz, so obviously, there was alcohol at the event. He couldn’t have already been drunk cuz it was like, 15 mins after the drinks were brought out.

Anyways, I was taking my goodie bags and trying to rush the hell outta there, when he blocked my path and said:

“Ladies are made up of water.”

Yes, I had the exact same “huh” look on my face as you do right now.

Mind you, he was standing veryclose to me. I tried to wipe the WTF look off my face, took a step back and replied, “I believe all humans are made up of 70% water.”

“I thought ladies are made up of beer more than men are made up of beer,” came his reply. Wtf?

It was then that I noticed that his face was red and his eyes were half-shut. DRUNK AT A PRESS CONFERENCE? I thought.

I nodded (what I hope was) politely and muttered “uh huh”. Then I tried to side-step past him. But he blocked me again. “You leaving so soon? You should have a beer, since women are made up of beer.” It was then that I realised it was a pick-up line.

Yea, I’m slow, but hey, it was a damn lousy pick-up line, can?

I shrugged my shoulders and rehashed my lame “I have another appointment” excuse, all the while trying to cover my (little) breasts with my hands/handbag/goodiebags from his disgusting, roving, leery eyes.

So he said he’d contact me “for a chat” since I was “in sucha big hurry”. Damnit, this policy of exchanging namecards when people meet sucks.

Today, he emailed me, with the subject heading “Nice to Meeting you”. Wow. If I wasn’t put off by his bad pick-up line at the event, his lousy engrish would’ve done the trick.

“We did not have the pleasure of quantity in time for the meeting. It was too rash to understand further, except I understand that there was another function for you. Hope it was a more justified one, or we will have to meet for a more quality time.”

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  1. Blogger frisky | 5:17 PM |  

    i didn't know you support Empty Paras angel!

  2. Blogger feline | 6:54 PM |  

    xinwei u are how redundant...

    and wah lau that guy is horrigible in getting the laydees can?? i think i would've laughed into his face.

  3. Blogger furple | 2:07 PM |  

    empty paras? what?

  4. Anonymous Anonymous | 1:04 PM |  

    ang moh ah? or sleazy local?

  5. Blogger furple | 9:20 AM |  

    sleazy local. :P