"Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on youWhen you think everything's okay and everything's going rightAnd life has a funny way of helping you out whenYou think everything's gone wrong and everything blows upIn your face"

-from Alanis Morissette's Ironic

It seems like life never ceases to amaze me, with its irony.

After my last post about being depressed for not having a boyfriend, I met this guy. Though I cannot count is as serendipitous, it’s just so funny that hours after I posted that blog, there he came – out of nowhere. I don’t wanna think that I looked really lonely and wasted and obviously in dire need of a boyfriend when I met him. Am really not that desperate, am I?

I thought it would turn out to just another one night stand, though I can certainly use one at that time. But circumstances had other plans; we decided to meet the day after.

I waited for him for at least 30 minutes and had surmised that he would not show up. He arrived exactly 45 minutes after I arrived and was apologetic. More than twice he said how sorry he is that I had to wait for him that long, I just told him that he better deserved the wait and he should make up for the my minutes wasted. In my mind, I’m already fabricating ways to let him pay.

He did pay, for the food, fare and my cigarettes.

And he really made up for being late.

We got laid.

And was he good?

He dropped me home and called me after 15 minutes, saying he had a great time and would like to see me again.

I said sure, if I have the time.

I can’t tell him straight, though there’s really no need for it. That it would be – the first and the last.