I think there is a huge problem when I’m not able to ogle and look at men any more.

Well, I mean I can still appreciate their looks and everything. But that’s about it… no secret fantasies, just a split second of admiration.

Someone is so deeply ingrained in my mind that inevitably I’ll just decide that he is better.

Just last Friday in the office, we were joking about men and and engaged in a lively discussion of what we should be looking for. Well, in the midst of “finding someone rich” etc etc, all I exclaimed was, “I want Mr Bibik Lim. Period”.

Yeah, I’m shameless like that.

Too often the usual group have heard me say “I only have eyes for Mr Bibik”, eliciting some snickers for they were unaccustomed to my lovelorn state.

But now that things are done and dusted, I’m still back where I was.

In other words, I’m fucked. It seems I’ll remain status quo for a while yet in fact.

Ho hum.