The Start

The start was pretty intense.

The very first SMS I got from M was on 10 May, several days after I spoke to him, a few days away from the close of our trip.

Echoed the things he told me in the call: I was so happy to meet you. I can't forget you. I hope to see you again. I'll collect (so cute!) some money to visit you. I miss you so much.

I was pretty sceptical about this. Beware the sweet tongued men! How not to be cynical?

But as we are all ruled by the ego, I was secretly happy at the sort of impact I created hehe What an egomaniac!

Anyways during our very short call, after he said he really missed me, I said, then come visit me in Singapore. Don't go to Bulgaria. Let's see if that actually happens ;)

The other thing about that call - after a round of hello & how are you, I asked him if he'd gone drinking and partying at Monot Street (street with 300 nightclubs/discos/pubs in central Beirut) -- this was what he said, deep in thought (I could hear him think :) Yes, I did (PAUSE), although I promised you I wouldn't.

AWWWWWWWWWW.