They are a challenging lot. People whom I would really love to hate. Sometimes.

Ever since my last relationship years ago with a saggi, I vowed never to get involved with another saggi ever again. But as usual, I was forced to eat my own words when I fell in love with two saggis, back to back. Actually 3, if I take into consideration “his” other sign.

At this point I must admit that I am neurotic at times so I can be awfully challenging to them too.

It’s funny how I have many male saggis who are important to me. I suppose there are some unseen forces at work. God must be trying damn hard to make me learn some lessons. Thereby tasking me with the arduous duty of coming to terms with their annoying traits.

If there’s anything about a saggi that is the most annoying, they have excuses for everything. Everything and anything they can point out, except the fault never lies with them. It’s like they keep a handy book of excuses to be used.

Once I had a conversation with a saggi whom I’ve not met or spoken to in ages. He was someone with whom I was close to, I called him daddie, the male head of the bunnie family.

He disappeared out of sight a couple of years ago and resurface once in a while. I was in my bitchy mode and I finally asked the questions I’ve been meaning to ask for the longest time. All I had in return were fanciful excuses. Too bad for him, I was on form and I bitchslapped him left, right and center after cornering him.

If there’s anything I’ve learnt when dealing with them, it’s to confuse them before extracting the truth from them. More often than not, they start with stupid excuses thinking they can get away from revealing the truth.

But even sometimes I get baffled. Their truths take many forms and variations. It’s a common occurence to suddenly find extra details months down the road. (Which I don’t appreciate at all!)

That’s them.

Flightly by nature, and extremely possessive when it comes to the freedom to do as they please, it’s hardly surprising that I’d dub them the “Freedom Fighters”.

But hey, everyone loves a good challenge, as do I. And there’s nothing more irresistable than trying to put them in their place. Sometimes I win, sometimes I lose. But hell, at least I get to polish my technique as time passes.

If anything, I’ve learnt it’s to always be a step ahead of them. Why be reactive when I can be premptive? Because in one way or another, the saggi will surely try to find a loophole. But hey, when I’ve got it covered… too bad for them!

But still they’ll try any means and ways just to get away with bloody murder. More often than not, they’d end up relying on their natural charm to emotionally blackmail you into lowering your guard… Sigh.

Sucker is I. Though this sucker hates it and will find ways to torture them in return.

But I must say, they are a fun bunch however annoying they may be and no matter the amount of rubbish they spew.

I should know, my smoking/lunch kaki is a Saggi. Oh the crap we talk about…