The Disastrous 'Blind Outing'

This is a story of one of the worst blind outing I've ever experienced. If you don't know what 'blind outing' is, substitute with 'blind date'. Except, it was not really a date. I refuse to call it a date because it is not!

I knew him from the virtual world. We email each other 2-3 times, and then we exchanged SMSes. We did not 'click' with each other. That explains the very very sparse email and SMSes between us. He said he's an artist. Not the artist who sings or acts, but the artist who draws and paints. The first few SMSes from him asked whether he could draw me. The first few SMSes from me said I'm not interested. So then we stopped SMSing each other for a while. He's not interested to get to know me. He just wants a subject for his painting. When I mentioned my blog, he said he's too lazy to read any blogs. There are thousands out there.

I'm not going to force anyone to read my blog. I know my blog is just one from thousands of blogs out there, but if he really wants to get to know me, he should at least show some interest and read my entries. The worst thing, he pretended he has read some of my entries and ask silly questions about a guy I'm supposed to have written in my blog. I have not written about any guy so I asked whether he really read my blog to which he admitted he has not. He just assumed any girl would have written about a guy in their blog. What a stupid assumption!

Well, now I am going to write about a guy. About him, that arrogant artist.

That arrogant artist is also a part-time writer with an unknown professional magazine. I've never heard of it, I never noticed it in the magazine rack. He didn't want to read my blog but kept pushing me to go look for the magazine with his article in it. If you do not want to read my writings, why should I read yours? Well, I simply have no time to look for it. I did look around whenever I bought my monthly must-buy magazines. I never saw it on the rack, so I never bother about it. I thought it didn't exist, but he give me the link to it's online version. OK! So the magazine does exist. It is still unknown to me and very unpopular hahahahaha... He volunteered to give me the last 6 month publications of the magazine for free. I said I don't have the time to meet him.

After that, we still exchange SMSes once in while. Just asking what you're doing and things like that. He's not my enemy so whenever he SMS, I'd politely reply. One day, I have a problem with my car. He asked what I was doing and I replied telling him the predicament I was in. He never replied. He should have the basic courtesy to ask whether I was OK and things like that but he never replied. Not that I expect him to do anything. I'll figure out some way to solve my problem and I did.

After a few days, I send an SMS to him and said what kind of friend do I have. I have car problem and he never asked whether my car or I was OK. To which he replied, he tried to find funny things to say but can't. The truth, I have a lousy friend. To which I fully agree. Heh! And he asked if he could make up for it with dinner. I said there is no need for that.

Then, one day he SMS and asked if we could go out for a drink. I was busy but I said if he can come to my place, not my apartment, just somewhere around the area, I could spare a few minutes for a drink. That was a big mistake. He agreed. He stayed somewhere in Cheras (I have no idea where) and is willing to travel across the continent to have a drink with me. Well, it appears that way because Cheras and my place are like the South and North Pole. So he came and I went out to look for him at one of the many restaurants around. He noticed me first and my first impression of him, 'Oh my God, pls don't let my brother or anyone I know noticed me here.'

How do you expect an artist to dress? Why do artist have to be messy anyway? He's stout, about my height, wearing thick glasses, facial hair all over his face and a shoulder length messy hair. The hair look unwashed too. Is that kurta or some kind of cotton blouse he's wearing? Whoever said looks are not important must be blind or is very very short sighted. A friend said maybe he pretended to be ugly to see how I'd react. If he did, like I care. We can't even have a decent conversation without him annoying me. I don't think politics is a good topic to bring up in a conversation the first time you met someone. If he wanted to talk politics, may I suggest the kedai kopi?

He also made a mistake of assuming where my hometown is. I'm very very annoyed especially when he insisted I'm the one who told him that. Never assume! I'm sure you'll be wrong. When I told him I was born in Seremban and both my parents are from N9, he asked whether we were originally a Minang. I asked what did he meant by 'originally' a Minang? As in the Malays are originally orang asli? I was just being sarcastic. He could pass as an orang asli himself, though I wouldn't dare offend any orang asli with that suggestion. There are many better looking orang asli I've seen than he is.

He asked which university I go to and then he mentioned about how ill-managed my university was, how bad the people in the management were, etc., etc., etc. Oh my God! Who did he think he is? He can't even take care of himself properly and yet he complaints about this and that. I don't care who he knew or where he got his sources of information (if there really is any), but I can't wait for this disastrous outing to end.

Did I mention he scraped his teeth with the end of the drinking straw in between our conversations if you can call our exchange of stupid and sarcastic remarks that? The only silver lining I see from my disastrous outing is, I can write about it in my blog. It would probably make an interesting read.

We soon parted and he managed to say, "See you again some time", like an after thought before I reached my car. I don't think so you arrogant artist. We haven't exchanged any SMSes after that outing. If he did send an SMS, I'd be obliged to give a polite reply. Thankfully, he didn't. He probably couldn't take my sarcasms any more :)

So sue me for giving much importance on look. I may not look like a model but I can proudly say I look like any normal person you see around you. A male colleague said I'm too picky. I will never find the perfect guy. I never said I was looking for a perfect guy. Firstly, try decent and normal. Then, we'll continue from there.