ok, supremely girly and uncomfortable entry coming up - it's about men.
i suddenly remembered a rather awkward situation when i saw this on nip/tuck:
well, cheers to late night tv.
ok on with the story.
me and merlynn were at heeren yesterday, shopping for her brother's present. she said she wanted something stupid and quirky instead of useful and serious. so i suggested new urban male.
you know, at new urban male, the good looking staff are ubiquitous. you have to have the tanned, muscle defined, chiseled men-staff walking around in their singlets and shorts and havanias eagerly serving you.
i've never had anything bad or good to say about new urban male... until yesterday.
mer decided to get a singlet that says "wakeboarding" for her brother, a sport he has gained interest in. we couldn't find the size so we approached "mr. singapore".
now, mr. singapore had mid length wavy hair, much like a korean heartthrob. He also had the eyes of a sad poet and the body of a greek god. couple that with the personality of saint and there you have mr. singapore. he walked around looking gingerly for the t-shirt and the right size for us.
we just stood there, oblivious that both of us were thinking the same thing - "come to mama."
finally, mr. singapore came back with one size smaller than we wanted. as he apologised, we realised we were standing in front of a store room, get this, chock full of the new urban male staff.
that's where we both start to panic.
mer:"so, no size? my BROTHER (stressed on the word) should be an XL.
mr. singapore: "i'm wearing L. Is he this big?"
cue karen breaking into ridiculous giggle
mer: "uh, i think can la hor?"
over hearing our conversation, mr. tight tee, comes in to save the day. mr tight tee (tt) has a certain smoldering quality about him. dark, quite tall, rugged, articulate, with a goatee, oh and the body of a swimmer who is also a nympho. hello, mr. tt!
mr. tt: "actually, we have an XL guy here, toshi? Where's toshi?"
me: "oh my god, mr XL merlynn."
mer: "oh my god."
mr. tt: "he's out for a smoke i think. oh well, no mr. XL."
mer: "it's ok, i'll just take this then."
me: "what's the stringy thing on the singlet for."
mr singapore: "oh, its for when you go beach parties, you wanna take off your shirt, you can sling it like this."
mer: "oh, no kinky reason?"
mr. tt: "well, you can hook girls with it at parties."
now, mr. tt goes over to mr. singapore and proceeds to fake dance/hump and 'hook' each other.
hawwwwt.
then, we proceeded to pay at the counter when mr. braces helped us with our payment. mr. braces is every school girl's fantasy. you know how when we all were young (girls for this one only), we liked the kinda of cute, kinda of awkward, plays football and tennis and shy about his looks guy. i present mr. braces.
and i leaned over and whispered to mer,
"are you totally freaking out cos of the nice, good looking men here?"
to which mer replied,
"oh my god, yes. my ass is sweating."
as we walked out, we gushed about them like horny catholic girls.
and sadly,
we didn't see toshi, mr. XL :(
come on, toshi!
