November 2002

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"So how is she?". She tips her eyebrows and elevates an already playful pitch.

"Huh?" I can't help but smile.

"So, when are you going for the chase?"

"Huh?" I feel helplessly drawn into this interrogation.

"You know, before my 'little' friend and I went steady, we were in the same situation as the two of you. OMG, when are you going for the kill?"

It feels like high school all over again. Which is good. Haven't had such a conversation in years.

"So tell me more about her. Is she pretty?" The facial expressions are smile-inducing.

"Can I not answer that question?"

"Is she pretty?" I think she asked me that already.

"Umm, yeah, kind of."

"Woo, Tai and ... sitting on a tree, K.I.S.S..."

Feels like elementary school all over again. Or maybe the comic books. I can feel my heart pumping. My goodness, I'm actually enjoying the conversation.

Well why not, I am 21, and where my mother used to live, I'd be 23 in a triplet of months. Time to think seriously about relationships. Which reminds me, my mom always says that every man should marry someone who loves him more than he loves her, even though every man wants to marry someone that he loves more than she loves him. Sounds like a riddle? But pearls of wisdom it is, and something that no man seems to follow, nor quite understand.

Still, mom, for what it's worth, thanks =)