'He has the reputation of A Player,' said A during lunch.
'But he's serioulsy wants to to know you,' B said, in full concentration of stabbing her piece of tofu.
'and you believed that?' A's squinted her brown eyes. When B nodded, A bellowed with laughter.
'Shh!' B hissed, clearly panicking to be seen with a demented woman.

As it happens, when one has the reputation of being a player/ casanova and what not, it seems almost impossible to get a sensible person to date them. The title seems to be stamped on their forehead and will continue to be for very, very long unless they are able to cover their track history.

Although it is quite interesting (and fun to know that someone actually likes you), keeping them hanging around is not good for them. We are only feeding our ego on that in knowing that someone will always be there for you.

But what happens when you got interested in someone then? You were seen everyday going out with another guy, sitting and chatting like a couple or seen carrying shopping bags and handbags for girls. The time arrives for you to know someone that apparently you like so much. You spend your nights thinking of them, talking nothing but them and then it's time to test the water. Then, failure strikes.

'I don't trust you. You date different guys/ girls every single day. You can't expect me to believe you right?' This translates to disaster. Gone were the investment of phone calls, SMSes and MMSes. Gone were the hopes that once burned in your chest.

You may have the number for every girl in the town but still you are unhappy. Although one may want to be choosing for their perfect one happily, it seems that the practice of 'I'm open to dating with anyone' can turn to be a disaster. Maybe many hearts were broken along the way and then it's our to time to be broken-hearted.

There's a difference of having many friends and having many special friends. I mean, if you start talking on the phone like there's no tomorrow, talking in a voice that people standing beside you can't hear (ni kes ckp meleweh) and smiling like a mad person, that's the tone of talking to a special someone. So take note if the guy or girl that you know does this to every single person they called. I mean, it's just logic right? If you were talking to a friend, normal friend, why la ckp mcm lembut gigi dr lidah right?

And I believe normal guy friends won't help to carry your one plastic bag when you buy a sandal in Vincci. Unless you have purchased the whole Isetan in KLCC, then they will help you (after much grumbling and complaints and grunts). Look out for this sign also.

Sometimes we did all this without noticing. Sometimes we get too close to a person because we are very comfortable with them (Like In Over Her Dead Body). Sometimes we just get carried away. But the proud bearer of the Player or Casanova title might have to watch their back. Imagine losing a cool, hot and intelligent chick. Or a decent, sweet and thoughtful chap. Wow, that can be a blow.

To A, I salute you. You've truly become a matured woman.

From me, I want to say sorry if I happen to do all those things (but I'm not seeing anyone right now so .. application is open. ehem!)

And while I leave you with this empty rambling, I'm going to continue to listen to the prediction over Czech Republic's fate in Euro 2008. Waaaa!!!! Why did you guys lose? Why why?