The Pretty Boy


Origin: Denmark
Ethnicity: Danish
Height: 6’2. Lean
First impression: Drop dead gorgeous
Age: 4 years younger


Hair something like that..

I met Ashton at the club right before I met FINNIGAN. He appeared out of no where, chatted Christy and I up, took some photos together and disappeared soon after he was turned down for a threesome. Yes, I have no intention of having a threesome unless it involved two hot brothers, preferably twins!

Ashton is so gorgeous, he is seriously to die for. His messy straight dirty blonde hair, very blue, adorable puppy eyes, a lean body with gorgeous abs and a smile that would melt you like butter on hot toast. I wish I could post his pictures up and have you people drool and nod in agreement. He was after all an Abercrombie & Fitch model in the past who modelled for various other stuff.

Every time my guy friends saw Ashton at the club, they’d nudge me to look only to have me shake my head. I already know him and we have been occasionally chatting on Facebook so why bother wasting valuable party time.

At that point I was actively F-ing my then F-Bud AARON and did not prioritize Ashton’s booty calls. He was going to be in KL for a long time after all, so why rush? Eventually we stopped talking or acknowledging one another in the club.



Name: RAY
Origin: Denmark
Ethnicity: Danish
Height: 5’8. Lean
First impression: Decent
Age: 4 years younger

I was out on a Thursday night when I met Ray. We talked, made out, exchanged numbers and next thing I know, we were chatting all day and night.

Saturday morning, I sent Ray a photo of me at a pool party with my mates.

Him: I showed your photo to my friend and he says he’s seen you before but he can’t remember where
Me: Who’s your friend? That’s not a good thing. Send me his photo!

That really can’t be good. I went into panic mode! Earlier that day, I stalked Ray on Facebook and it turns out that he was mutual friends with ETHAN and Ashton. Not good at all!

Him: *sends a photo of Ashton*
Me: Oh him! He was trying to pick my friend up last night. Yeah, I remember him!

I was just glad Ashton did not tell Ray all about our chats and failed booty calls attempts.

That night at the club, Ray introduced us. Ashton gave me the all-knowing smile when he shook my hands.

Me: I heard you don’t remember me..
Him: I do.. *winks*

Ashton disappeared while Ray and I danced, talked and made out for the rest of the night.

I’ll leave Ray’s story for another post or this would never end. Ashton was on the agenda as soon as I was done with Ray.

Long story short, Ray and I made plans to meet up the following days but it never happened till Wednesday where we went on a proper dinner date.

During dinner however, Ray mentioned that Ashton was leaving the country for good in 4 days! Say whhaaaatttt??

All I could think of was; F!! It is now or never! If I don’t do it, I am going to regret this for life!



Considering Ray did not show any more interest in me, I took at as a cue that I was free to F his friend. I couldn’t see him as someone I could date in the long run AND we weren’t dating. We only went on ONE date.

Ashton was online on Facebook and I stared at his name for the longest time before I decided that I had nothing to lose if I texted him.

Me: Heard you’re leaving KL already. Pity we never got to hang out!
Him: Yeah I know 🙂 Time pass by so fast. What are you doing?
Me: Like right now?
Him: Yeah
Me: Nothing. Had an appointment but it was cancelled. You at work?
Him: No, had my last day yesterday. Wanna hang out?
Me: I don’t mind. Have got nothing to do right now. Where do you have in mind?
Him: Cool. I was thinking of hanging by the pool. Wanna meet here?

Yup this pool

Wow that was easy! I didn’t have to initiate a thing. I guess it was pent up from all the previous failed booty calls.

I was at his place within the hour.

I really did change into a bikini in hopes of jumping into the pool but it was about to rain when I arrived so we naturally went straight in to his place. It’s about time I stopped being naive about ‘hanging at the pool‘.

Had a smoke at the balcony and as soon as we entered the room, Ashton locked the door. It was then that I realize we weren’t going anywhere near the pool *pffttt*

Him: Let’s have a hot shower!
Me: What? No!
Him: *drags me into the shower and undresses me* Too late!

Man Ashton’s naked body was a little too much on the scrawny side for my liking but what hung below the belt was quite a sight!

Me: *pushes him off as he kissed me* Now that we’re naked and wet, can we get back inside?
Him: *puts a towel on me and pushes me on the bed*

Ashton wasn’t a pleaser. He was a F-er.

I have always said that there are two types of men; The pleaser and the F-er. The pleaser would do anything and everything to your satisfaction while the F-er just wants to F till he finishes with no regards for your satisfaction.

With Ashton, it was quantity over quality. We F-ed a total of three times within the hour and each F lasted a mere 5 minutes? It’s just cause he’s so blardy gorgeous and huge that the sex was borderline satisfactory. Seriously, anything smaller and I’d have written it off as awful sex.

I was honestly disappointed. Ashton could be seen picking up girls all the time and for someone who F’s that much, that was some serious lack of performance.

Oh and a friend of AARON actually F-ed Ashton and described it as “OMG I’m telling you, he was AMAZING!” the day after. I was on the bed with Aaron when he showed me the text from his friend. Is my benchmark standard for good sex too high or was he just off form today? *shrugs*

Then the drama began..

Him: So you know Ray too?
Me: Yeah. Met him last week.
Him: You told him I was trying to take your friend home.
Me: Yeah you were. You don’t remember?
Him: *laughs* No I don’t. Look.. I’m talking to him on Facebook!
Me: I’m not here..
Him: Oh really? *types – Guess who’s here?*
Me: *jumps on his back and tickles him* No! Seriously.. No!
Him: *giggles, laughs and types – T*
Me: No please, it’s not funny.. DON’T! *quietly* I was out with him last night..
Him: *moment of silence and shock* You were out with Ray? Like on a date?
Me: Well.. we had dinner..
Him: F! Now I feel bad!
Me: No. It’s nothing. We didn’t do anything, we didn’t F. I texted him today and he sent me short replies.
Him: Oh.. THAT F-ER!! He was supposed to come out with me and he told me he was sick! *proceeds to type a super long text to Ray in Danish*


After a whole lot of his whining bout his lost phone, how Ray bailed on him and that his housemate was home while I played with his hair like a doll, I left.

Ashton walked me to the lift and hugged me goodbye.

If I don’t see you this weekend, all the best!

Even with the bad traffic home, it was worth it. I had wanted Ashton for months and at the very least I got a taste of him albeit such time constraint right before he’s leaving. I would probably have continued to take my own sweet time if he wasn’t going anywhere. I wish he stayed though. Ashton is such a knock out, I could sit and stare at him for hours!


VERDICT: Things are not always as they seem. Some guys may have a different chic on their bed every night but that does not mean the performance would be on par. Now that’s the difference between the pleasers and the F-ers!


The Girl Before THE One

Just 2 days back, when I was in the neighborhood, I met up with SETH for lunch just to catch up. I haven’t seen him in more than a month and the last we hung out, I totally forgotten he was out with me and abandoned him in the club.

On the way to lunch he broke the news to me;


Like whaaaaattttt?!!

The love of my life, the one guy whom I have been obsessed with over the past 1.5 years is going to vanish from my life forever?

Let me make this clear; It isn’t his body and/or his ability in the sack that I was attracted to. That lasted only a mere 2 months.

I love his personality. Seth would always be there to cheer me up and hear me out. He was my constant entertainment when ever we were out together and I always have the time of my life with him. He was patient, he was kind, he was intelligent, charming and very charismatic.

Even though we only F-ed for 3 months, Seth was my emotional pillar for the past 1.5 years. I was devastated when he broke the news to me.

I am shattered.

The chic he is about to marry, she was only in KL for 3 months and they dated for a mere 2 months. When she had to leave the country, she told him that she didn’t want to be away from him even if it meant marrying him.

Which brings me to the point of this post..


The first time it happened was back when I was 21. I was crazy over SID. But his girlfriend was pregnant and they went on to start a new life together in another state.

Then there were my flings, HANS and XAVIER and AIDEN and WAYNE.

SCOTT, my first boyfriend married the girl right after me and is now a father of two while my other 2 ex-boyfriends, CHAD and LUKE really wants to settle down and is looking for a wife.

Not to mention my 2nd ex-boyfriend, LEO has been dating his current girl for the past 7 years. I can already hear the wedding bells.

Perhaps it’s me.

I was the reason for their transition from being the playful boys they once were to the matured men they are now.

My boyfriends were trained into the husband I aimed for and then ditched because it became boring when my work was done. The next girl just needed to pick up my ready made work of art.


I probably freaked my flings out so badly that they scrambled off the dating pool and marries the next girl who isn’t as horrifying as I am.

F knows, AARON might just tie the knot with his blonde Russian beau in the near future!

So how do I deal with the emotional trauma of losing a love permanently?


Yup. You read that right. You can’t possibly contact the dude if he’s dead. Am I right or am I right?

He has already decided to move on with life to start a family with a girl who is not you so why contact him at all?

What can you/he say or do that would possibly make things/you feel any better?


Repeat this mantra with me.

Your life prior to his existence was peachy. He came in like a wrecking ball and became your world.

If you removed the virus from your system, how much worse can your life get?

It could only get better because the only thing that is getting in the way of your happiness (and meeting THE One) is a guy who doesn’t want you to be a part of his future.


Even if it’s all about timing, it is no excuse. Blame it on work, blame it on his financial status. But if he really did want to be with you, he would have done whatever it took to make that happen.

Maybe he was just not that into you. Ouch!


As much as he should already be dead in your world, we all need closure.

Just as I wish I could still tell my late father I love him and how much I wish he was still here, I can never do that.

But you can still do it with that dude who decided to move on before you put a nail on that coffin (or sprinkle his imaginary ashes into the sea)

Do what you need to do. Don’t beg him to stay but tell him how you feel. Just don’t expect him to reciprocate your feelings.

And after all that’s said and done, smile. Be grateful that you have gotten past the era of emotional roller coaster, heartbreaks and uncertainties. The hardest part is over.

Smile because everything happens for a reason. After all, what else can you blame things on when life F’s you up, right?