It happened suddenly. One moment I was just trying to be friendly to this samseng (my first impression of people never fade away) that is my ex-classmate. The next moment I was asked this dreaded question: Will you go out with me?
Yeah, I do like bad boys but I won't go as far as to date someone I have a strongly bad impression of. Especially from my pre-teen era. If I am the same girl I was six years ago, I won't even layan him. Let along chatting with him. Let's just say I have gotten nicer over the years.
I tried to laugh it off, but soon I can tell he is serious, so I made a few pathetic excuses and blocked him. Seriously I don't always do this, unless I feel my pride (yes I do have one!) is being exploited (wrong use of word here but I don't care).
I'll rather someone with the right requirements ask that question. I'm not desperate, hey. Being single has its niceties.
