Yup. Dreams don't come true.

I guess I was asking too much for a fairly-tale kind of Saturday.

Nope, I didn't get asked out on a date of any kind. Honestly though, I'm kind of confused about "dating" these days. I'm obviously out of practice, 'cause I am clueless at reading men, especially men I have crushes on. But who can blame me? He has been giving me mixed signals. Either that, or I'm being a little too optimistic about my chances of snagging his feelings.

This is all too bewildering. See, after a chanced meeting recently, he called me the next day to ask me where he might buy wine glasses, only to turn it into a lunch date followed by some wine glass shopping. In my books, this indicates "some thing". After all, who would ask a silly question about buying wine glasses in Singapore when almost every department store stocks them? He followed the lunch date with a call the very next day asking me where to buy wine. Again, a silly question, but it was even more silly of me not to develop that avenue further by offering to go wine shopping with him. But never mind that. Still, I thought all of it positive. So, it is understandable that I was naturally disappointed that he claimed prior commitments the next couple of times I invited him to join me and some friends in some fun group activities.

I am particularly confused with the events that occurred on Saturday evening. I wasn't sure he was turning up at the wedding and when he didn't turn up by 8, I had assumed that I wouldn't have a chance to flirt with him. An old buddy of mine was starting to feel out of place being the only guy among our girl group and called him to ask if he was turning up. The answer was "Yes", but after a dinner celebrating his mom's birthday. So, when he called me at 9 asking me if I was still there and if the evening's activities were still in progress, I was rather pleased. This sense of pleasure was compounded by my friends who felt that it was obvious "who" he was turning up at this late-ish hour to see.

He turned up at 10, sat next to me at my table and was slightly concerned that guests were leaving. But, we had a pretty lively table and with excellent conversation flowing all round, there was a sense of renewed energy. We were in close proximity with one another, with knees and shoulders touching, and that bit of peering over one another's shoulders as we looked at photos taken by a friend's camera. When my two gal friends decided to call it a night at half-11, he didn't want to hang out (alone) with me despite one of them suggesting that he should stay and catch up with me. His reply to her comment was "I have! I saw her two weeks ago". Talk about a blow to the stomach. In another attempt to get the two of us together, she suggested dinner next week but he shrugged and said that he'll be out of town. Double blow. Bah humbug.