Eye for a Guy
This was actually a pretty decent season of Eye for a Guy. Unfortunately, all the good work was undone by the totally unspectacular finale. Still, I cried a little when Denise turned Howard down. If he gets to be on Eye for a Girl, I'll... yeah, right.
I can understand why Denise chose Wolfgang in the end, despite how much effort and creativity Howard put into all his gifts and their dates. Actions may speak louder than words, but they're still over-rated when it comes to relationships; romance all you want, but when the heart says "no," the heart says no.
That being said, Howard's little notes and gifts speak of the willingness to put in that extra effort. If he's anything like that in real life, I think he'd make a great pal.
The thought of that triggered a little something inside of me, and I realised that -- despite the fact that I speak of my girlfriends more, and am admittedly more demonstrative about my affection towards them -- I really should give my guy buds more credit; really, they can be very sweetwhen they want to.
***
My computer had broken down, and I urgently needed to access my e-mail, and do some work online; a lab report, I think -- I can't remember. I made a quick call to Q, to make sure that he was home, and made my way down.
It was late at night, I was tired, and I still had a ton of work to do. Add to that the computer problems I was having, and I was definitely not in the best of moods.
"Hey," I grunted, as he opened the gate. I headed straight for the computer in his room and sighed as I sat down.
"You want a drink? Something to eat?" he offered.
"No, no, I'm good," I waved him off, and got to work.
He put on some music -- some CD that I'd given to him when I cleared out my music collection a couple of years ago. Yeah, he took like, 40 CDs.
As the night wore on, I grew increasingly frustrated -- nothing was panning out as they were supposed to.
A couple of hours later, his shadow emerged from the side.
"Yes?" I asked curtly, the tiredness in full force.
"You want grapes?" he asked, voice muffled from being stuffed with fruit. He put a bowl of grapes down beside me.
"Ew, no. I don't eat grapes," I made a face.
His eyes widened in surprise. "But you like to drink Ribena!"
"I know. It's not that I don't like grapes," I said absent-mindedly; my hands still moving across the keyboard, eyes fixed on the monitor. "I just don't like the skin of the grapes. So I drink grape juice but..." I paused and squinted at the screen. Highlight. Cut. Paste. Edit, edit, edit. "But I don't eat grapes."
He made a strange snorting noise, and disappeared from my eyeline. Ugh, good, just leave me to do my work and stop bothering me! I was all too glad to ignore him for the rest of the night.
***
I'm almost done!, my mind exclaimed excitedly. Click, click, click.
Q had been awfully quiet. He doesn't read books for leisure, the TV was switched off, I was hijacking his workspace. So what was he doing? It didn't matter. I didn't have time to care. He was probably asleep.
Print setup. Check, check, check...
Q reappeared at the corner of my eye.
"What is it?" I sighed exasperatedly. Click, click, click. Save. Close. When he didn't answer, I looked up at him, and he was grinning like an idiot.
"What?" I asked again, frowning suspiciously. He thrusted the bowl of grapes into my hands. "I told you I don't..." Why is he smiling like that?!
I looked down into the bowl, and it was filled with grapes -- all peeled. So that's what he was doing, all quiet and sneaky.
It was a gesture that was so unexpected, especially because of the way I'd been feeling all night -- I wasn't particularly at my cheery best. I was so touched that I almost burst into tears, but I think that would really have scared him. So -- being as sensitive as I usually am -- I blurted out the second most appropriate thing that came to mind...
"Oei, did you wash your hands before peeling?"
I can understand why Denise chose Wolfgang in the end, despite how much effort and creativity Howard put into all his gifts and their dates. Actions may speak louder than words, but they're still over-rated when it comes to relationships; romance all you want, but when the heart says "no," the heart says no.
That being said, Howard's little notes and gifts speak of the willingness to put in that extra effort. If he's anything like that in real life, I think he'd make a great pal.
The thought of that triggered a little something inside of me, and I realised that -- despite the fact that I speak of my girlfriends more, and am admittedly more demonstrative about my affection towards them -- I really should give my guy buds more credit; really, they can be very sweet
***
My computer had broken down, and I urgently needed to access my e-mail, and do some work online; a lab report, I think -- I can't remember. I made a quick call to Q, to make sure that he was home, and made my way down.
It was late at night, I was tired, and I still had a ton of work to do. Add to that the computer problems I was having, and I was definitely not in the best of moods.
"Hey," I grunted, as he opened the gate. I headed straight for the computer in his room and sighed as I sat down.
"You want a drink? Something to eat?" he offered.
"No, no, I'm good," I waved him off, and got to work.
He put on some music -- some CD that I'd given to him when I cleared out my music collection a couple of years ago. Yeah, he took like, 40 CDs.
As the night wore on, I grew increasingly frustrated -- nothing was panning out as they were supposed to.
A couple of hours later, his shadow emerged from the side.
"Yes?" I asked curtly, the tiredness in full force.
"You want grapes?" he asked, voice muffled from being stuffed with fruit. He put a bowl of grapes down beside me.
"Ew, no. I don't eat grapes," I made a face.
His eyes widened in surprise. "But you like to drink Ribena!"
"I know. It's not that I don't like grapes," I said absent-mindedly; my hands still moving across the keyboard, eyes fixed on the monitor. "I just don't like the skin of the grapes. So I drink grape juice but..." I paused and squinted at the screen. Highlight. Cut. Paste. Edit, edit, edit. "But I don't eat grapes."
He made a strange snorting noise, and disappeared from my eyeline. Ugh, good, just leave me to do my work and stop bothering me! I was all too glad to ignore him for the rest of the night.
***
I'm almost done!, my mind exclaimed excitedly. Click, click, click.
Q had been awfully quiet. He doesn't read books for leisure, the TV was switched off, I was hijacking his workspace. So what was he doing? It didn't matter. I didn't have time to care. He was probably asleep.
Print setup. Check, check, check...
Q reappeared at the corner of my eye.
"What is it?" I sighed exasperatedly. Click, click, click. Save. Close. When he didn't answer, I looked up at him, and he was grinning like an idiot.
"What?" I asked again, frowning suspiciously. He thrusted the bowl of grapes into my hands. "I told you I don't..." Why is he smiling like that?!
I looked down into the bowl, and it was filled with grapes -- all peeled. So that's what he was doing, all quiet and sneaky.
It was a gesture that was so unexpected, especially because of the way I'd been feeling all night -- I wasn't particularly at my cheery best. I was so touched that I almost burst into tears, but I think that would really have scared him. So -- being as sensitive as I usually am -- I blurted out the second most appropriate thing that came to mind...
"Oei, did you wash your hands before peeling?"
posted by Laughingcow at 12:55 am
7 Comments:
Poor Q; but I am sure he is resilient. Very funny!
Your friend is amazing!
And I know I might be flamed for this, but these days, guys are the ones bending over backwards for the ones they treasure, more so than girls..
I saw wolfgang at Wala!
re Howard and what you said - 'he'll make a good pal'. i think that's where the nub is, and i understand completely - he needs to be seen as more than a pal lor.
and your friend is so sweet!! (eh, can be more than friends or not? =P sorry, doing my auntie thing =))
Sivasothi: Yeah, I hope he'll stick around. :)
Woof!: *flames* No one is bending over backwards for anyone! Friends do nice things for friends what. If my girlfriends read this they will knee you in the groin. That's how nice they are okay! :p
OLT: Such a good looking chap. But I can't understand why his voice is so monotonous. When I hear him talking on TV, I... *zzzzzzz*
a.l.: Oei, can don't be so auntie or not?! :p
Admittedly I barely ever watch the show, but heard so much about ho ward I was rooting for him.
Then again, it was a nice surprise Denise choosing Wolfgang in the end ( i know I'm saying this at the risk of annoying tons of Howard groupies) because most of the time, the bachelorettes always seem to gravitate towards the sweet-romantic guys and those archetypes become the standard choice.
Denise could have chosen to perpetuate that routine, but she actually chose to break away from the flow and go for the more suave one. May seem like superficiality to some, but to me, it shows guts. :P
Well, obviously we can't know for sure if Denise chose Wolfgang because he was "suave." :p But I was just glad -- with the whole Bali photos scandal -- that she didn't choose Howard and then change her mind later on, like what Rachel Lee did in the first season. ;)
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