First time in my 17 years had I never give a second glance to look at boys. I never consider dating ... so why should I look up and down at them? To tell them to tie their shoelaces or else his face would soon be crumple to the ground and he should kiss good bye to his girlfriend for disorienting their ‘look’? To tell them that he has too much hair gel and should consider binning those or else his face will be a greasy mess when the gravity push it down?

Simple put, all girls enjoys the attention that they get from opposite sex like how magnets attracts each other and I’m neither north or south. My friends were convinced that I’m gay as I don’t have crush on any boys. It’s not that I don’t fancy boys, I just don’t find those in our school... consider good-look?

I just think I’m a late bloomer and my parents were supportive that I’m single and was not in those messsy dating relationship - they had worried about their daughter dating guys and getting pregnant early since I was a 8 years old and always told me ‘ men are wolves, like in red riding hood.’

I just don’t feel anything for any male.yet.

Oh boy was I wrong!

At first I felt the need to just look at him. I notice how good looking he was : perfect jaw line, not to prominent but enough to shape his face with a smooth chin. Scanning the room, his deep sea stare pierced my heart as I felt my heart accelerates quicker and quicker. Tingling sensation rose under my skin fight fiercely to escape this unknown alert. Cling tightly, ocean of salty sea escapes my pores for air and dampened my shirt- the sweat wept across my back.

In a panick my brain decides to just shut down to avoid further mess because I look like a pregnant women on their morning sickness carrying twins ; my breathing was heavy and I was gasping heavily for air, my arm was wrapped around my belly because the butterflies were trying to escape and I just stare motionless at HIM and tears swelled inside my eyes as it begs desperately to blink.

Thank god I remember to breathe.

He looked at my direction, his brow creased with worry. Steadily he paced toward me with the sound of his grey tuxedo rustling in a wired-machine tune. Stretching from above ,(as I was sitting inside waiting room) he handed out tissue from his pocket and nodes at me with the most charming smile.

After that I need to think my life through. Love vs career?

One reason is that felt _ I know I had screwed up my job interview as my mind was blank the whole conversation and all I could do was blush stupidly. In my life I had devoted to become a doctor and dating never cross my mind . Now I had stumbled across a hottie. And I don’t even know his name?!

If I told my younger self that the future you have fell in love with a guy I just met, the younger me would probably laugh so hard to end up having stomach pain and trouble breathing. I could kill my self?! Thank god time-machine don’t exist.yet.