The other side of Lara Croft

“Shhh….” Sometimes you need a space to yourself and do your secret thing. Your parents, your friends and not even your best friends have to know as long as you are comfortable and no back fire.

“Hi! Would you like to join me for lunch?” It has been awhile I have not heard from him. Tall, fair and handsome! I’d go ‘goo-goo-gaa-gaa’ whenever he comes. He’s just a friend who enjoys a good conversation but he’s damn good looking. His smile, his hair and his clear brown eyes…ya..his eyes are so mesmerizing to me. Heavy eye lid with glorious long dark eye lashes. Ouch! His generous smile would make every girl’s heart sank! Well, it works on me too..huhuhuhu…”Why not? Where? And when?” I heard him chuckles before he continues “I’ll pick you up. It is a secret!”

Geez… I hate a secret rendezvous but whatever! “Hey, when may I know?” He cut off the line. Oooo man..that is so sick and I couldn’t believe it as if I am dealing with the devil in me. I let my guard down this time. (Ggrrr..angry with myself)

“Ding dong bell!” I opened the door and there he stood still and grinning …o man..his sparkling teeth! I guess he wanted to surprise me. “Hi!” he said and I almost fainted or should I acted out to faint? Hahahaha….what a sad joke! “What? Now? And I am not even dressed yet?” I find it so ridiculous..absurbed..rotten too…(Hey, no make up too) and oh so embarrassing! I told him to wait in the hall as I rushed upstairs…bathed and dressed in my favourite blue jeans and white T-shirt…and just a little touch of make up and braided my hair. I put on my shades and went down to meet him…

“Wow! What a transformation…who are you?” He asked. “I am Lara Croft! Shoot to kill you! Now where were we?”

Lara Croft: This is where I start to have fun.

Moral of the story: Guys, NEVER try to surprise a lady when you are damn looking good and she’s damn oh-so-not-ready! It kills the plot!

Geralt of Rivia

“I have a date with Geralt” says Yuna. Gordon as usual, he just couldn't be bothered in whatever unless a given mission.

“You know, Geralt he is a witcher! Witchers are monster-hunters who receive special training and have their bodies modified at an early age to provide them with supernatural abilities so they can kill extremely dangerous monsters and survive. And he lives alone far away from others!” Gordon suddenly voiced out.

I couldn’t tell through his facial expression if he was concerned over me or discouraging me from dating or just giving me some info. A straight-lace face lad who would only frowned if the mistakes was his own doing. Gordon generally would help anyone in need, would only tell me his hidden feelings on the burden he had or have to shoulder. He is a sincere man and meant well. He rather sleep emptying his mind and log off his thinking cap than playing emotionally driven on uncertainties..

“So? I love a strong man! And I don’t mind living with a lonely guy…I have him all to myself” I joked and was just playing protest to see how he would react...hehe XD

"Do you know that due to some experiments he have a superhuman physical and mental abilities, Geralt lost all body pigmentation? He has a long stark white hair like an albino!” he added but there was still not a twitch reflected on his face.

“Geez, Gordon! What were you trying to convey?” I thought and was still trying to read his body language.

“Because of his pale skin and white hair, he is also known in Starsza Mowa , an Old Speech as ‘Gwynbleidd’, the White Wolf. Also, due to his body modifications that leave him sterile and witchers are said to be completely devoid of human emotions! He can’t produce his offspring”

That does it! I cannot take this sort of sarcasm which belittles my date. As if my choice of dating is way out of normal. A weirdo! “So what? I’d be his only companion forever! Muahahaha…” I said.

“You know what? I think I am going to change your title, Yunie. Instead of the Warchief at Tribalwars, I put you as Yunie of Rivia or Yunie, the white wolf” he smirked but hardly a chuckle. I looked into his eyes like trying to drill a hole into his iris, hopefully he’d give up playing his game. “Hey, I am telling you the truth about your fancy date. If you are fine with that, I am fine with it” He let down his fences.

Hmmm…Gordon, sometimes you are just too nice. It is just your ways of showing your concern to others is sure a tough one for them to understand. They just don’t get you. They thought you are just ‘Don’t Care!’ sort of attitude.

The moral of the story: Just say it plain and simple. Don’t beat round the bush!