I was freshly out of a long term relationship with my girlfriend. We
were together for 8 years, since the last year of my poly. We did talk
about marriage but only after I left the army. I was going to leave
after my 10 year contract was up, take the lump sum and start a small
business with some of my friends
Maybe it was due to the time I spent away from her that we slowly drifted apart. I am in a stay-in unit, so I only got to see her on weekends. Or maybe I was just lazy to travel all the way back home.
So we broke up.
Somehow being single gave me a lot of free time. Although there was not much difference from before. Now I was simply more willing to go out with my campmates, supper, clubbing, the odd trip to Geylang fishtanks.
I never really enioyed clubbing. I don't know why. But that was how I met the married lady.
It wasn't actually clubbing, but my friends and I were having a drink at a pub when I went out to smoke. I was supposed to be the designated driver so I did not drink much.
As I was smoking outside, there was this lady sitting on the pavement. She was dressed in office wear, a pantsuit?, with a sleeveless whitish blouse. Her cigarette was extinguishing itself and her handbag was carelessly placed by her side.
I watched her from where I was just in case someone disturbed her. I don't know why but something attracted me to her. Or maybe I was just too horny.
Her cigarette had already burned out so she took out another one. I recognised the box. It was Marlboro Ice Blast. She dug around for awhile before looking around. She saw me staring at her.
"Hey you. Can I borrow a lighter?"
I was surprised at first.
Her spoken english was impeccable and she spoke with a slight accent, as though she had been educated overseas.
I walked over and passed her my lighter.
"Rough night?"
I don't know why but I was engaging her in conversation.
"Rough? Nah... just a little stressed out."
"I'm Mark."
I extended my hand. She took it. Her hand felt smooth and in the dim light, I could tell her fingers were manicured.
"Ann."
As I was standing up, I could not help but notice that the neck of her blouse was a little loose and I just stared.
She saw me staring, but didn't scold me or anything.
"So Mark, what do you do?"
"I'm in the army. Can I buy you a drink?"
I know, that was a damn cheesy pickup line. But I said it anyway.
After our stick, we migrated to the outside of the pub to drink and chat.
My friends wondered where I was so I texted them to say I had picked up a girl. They cursed at me but let me be.
We chatted till almost closing time. I had a few hours left before booking in.
So I offered to send her home.
Maybe it was due to the time I spent away from her that we slowly drifted apart. I am in a stay-in unit, so I only got to see her on weekends. Or maybe I was just lazy to travel all the way back home.
So we broke up.
Somehow being single gave me a lot of free time. Although there was not much difference from before. Now I was simply more willing to go out with my campmates, supper, clubbing, the odd trip to Geylang fishtanks.
I never really enioyed clubbing. I don't know why. But that was how I met the married lady.
It wasn't actually clubbing, but my friends and I were having a drink at a pub when I went out to smoke. I was supposed to be the designated driver so I did not drink much.
As I was smoking outside, there was this lady sitting on the pavement. She was dressed in office wear, a pantsuit?, with a sleeveless whitish blouse. Her cigarette was extinguishing itself and her handbag was carelessly placed by her side.
I watched her from where I was just in case someone disturbed her. I don't know why but something attracted me to her. Or maybe I was just too horny.
Her cigarette had already burned out so she took out another one. I recognised the box. It was Marlboro Ice Blast. She dug around for awhile before looking around. She saw me staring at her.
"Hey you. Can I borrow a lighter?"
I was surprised at first.
Her spoken english was impeccable and she spoke with a slight accent, as though she had been educated overseas.
I walked over and passed her my lighter.
"Rough night?"
I don't know why but I was engaging her in conversation.
"Rough? Nah... just a little stressed out."
"I'm Mark."
I extended my hand. She took it. Her hand felt smooth and in the dim light, I could tell her fingers were manicured.
"Ann."
As I was standing up, I could not help but notice that the neck of her blouse was a little loose and I just stared.
She saw me staring, but didn't scold me or anything.
"So Mark, what do you do?"
"I'm in the army. Can I buy you a drink?"
I know, that was a damn cheesy pickup line. But I said it anyway.
After our stick, we migrated to the outside of the pub to drink and chat.
My friends wondered where I was so I texted them to say I had picked up a girl. They cursed at me but let me be.
We chatted till almost closing time. I had a few hours left before booking in.
So I offered to send her home.
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