Of Fries, The Perfect Brunch, and The Perfect Man Part II

For those of you who read Part I and have been waiting to find out how the perfect brunch relates to meeting the perfect man…  here is Part II

It was March this year, and I had just enrolled into a seven-month leadership program. On day one, I see this skinny, average-looking Indian man (let’s call him Mr V). He was wearing glasses, a light-pink, long sleeve button-down shirt, and black trousers. He had neck-length hair which he tied up into a smal pony tail. He appeared well-mannered and friendly. We exchanged a few polite words in the kitchen while he ate Daal (I assume that’s what it was) from his lunchbox.

During those few seconds of interacting with him, I was busy mentally assessing him and had decided that he was one of those goody-two-shoes, entitled Indian boy. And what was up with him being so nice and helpful? Who’s he trying to impress? Not to mention the fact that I had a no-Indian men policy. Dated them before and it’s pretty much been a no-go zone for the past 10 years.

My cocky self also decided that since Indian men tend to fall for me (well, is it considered cocky if it’s true? :P), I’d better not interact with this guy much or he might think he has a chance.

So I spent the next four months of the program pretty much ignoring him. It was a class of about 20 people, and I was friendly towards everyone except him. I was civil towards him and exchanged pleasantries, but I made sure our conversations never lasted longer than a minute, and that we were never seated next to each other.

Everyone seemed to like him and only had good things to say about him – which annoyed me even more because come on, don’t they know that no one is that great? He could be a sociopath for all we know!

Fast forward to one fine day in July.

It’s 10 minutes before class and I’m walking through the hallway to get to class. Mr V was standing there, and I almost didn’t recognize him because he had gotten a haircut. When I finally realized that it was him, I could feel my jaws drop. He looked so good I literally could not stop staring at him!

Not surprisingly, I started taking more notice of him from that day on and found myself being impressed by the things he’d share in class. I began to see him as a nice person, and now that I saw him as attractive, my cockiness disappeared and was replaced by insecurity and doubts. He probably has girls throwing themselves at him. Plus, he’s a nice guy. I’m not a nice girl so he probably wouldn’t want to date me anyway. He’s probably looking for a meek Indian girl to become his house-wife, and that’s definitely not my cup of tea.

Fine, I’ll admit he’s nice and cute (and has a reallllly nice butt!), but there was no way it was going to work out between us. All he can be is my eye-candy when I’m in class.

During this time, I’ve come off my 6-month men-tox and started dating again.

Part III here.

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Of Fries, The Perfect Brunch, and The Perfect Man Part I

A year ago, I did a self-development program – Landmark – which completely altered the course of my life and opened up a whole new world for me. From being someone who was unfulfilled and constantly trying to find the ‘next’ thing that would make me happy, I was able to create a happy and fulfilling life I didn’t have to escape from.

A key part of creating a life I love included being totally honest with myself about what I want. And so I had to cough up – to myself and others- that while I kept saying I love being single, deep down I was just scared and I actually did want to be in a relationship.

So, as I mentioned in my last post, I started dating again. This time, it wasn’t just to pass time or have more stories to tell – but to have the kind of relationship I’ve always wanted. For those who have been following my blog, you know that I haven’t had a lot of success in this area. But I’m about to say (type) something very radical: I’m thrilled to report that I finally have a success story to share with you guys!

Let me tell you how it happened.

I’m a huge fan of brunch, and of course fries. The two don’t really seem to go together though, so my alternative for fries that I can justify eating for brunch is hash browns.

There are tons of cafes in my neighbourhood, and in over a year of being in the area, I’ve tried a few cafes, and narrowed down to only 2 cafes that served great brunch.  My definition of a ‘perfect brunch’ consists of: scrambled eggs, avocado, grilled tomato, mushrooms, spinach, avocado, and as I said, hash browns.

Neither of these 2 cafes served hash browns though, and I’ve googled cafes in the area which serve hash browns (yes, that’s how desperate I was), and found none to my disappointment. Anyhow, I would alternate between these 2 cafes as there wasn’t one café that had everything I wanted on one plate, let alone have hash browns.

There’s this one café which is also walking distance from my place, and I often walked pass, but never paid attention to. I’ve read a few good reviews about it, but each time I passed by, I got this feeling that it ‘wasn’t my style’. The place just didn’t have the usual ‘vibe’ I look for in a brunch place. So I never thought to give it a try in the one year or so that I’ve lived in the area.

Not long ago, I woke up and went for a walk while deciding where to have brunch between the 2 cafes. I wasn’t too hungry, so I kept walking along and came across this particular café. Instead of walking pass, for some reason that day I stopped in front of the café. They had outdoor seating which I love, and I was surprised I didn’t notice it before. I decided I might as well go in and take a look at the menu. So I walked towards the counter inside the cafe, picked up the menu and there it was:

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Everything I wanted – all on one plate! Even the hashbrown! I almost couldn’t contain my excitement as I sat in that lovely café and devoured the best brunch I’ve had in a year.

So that’s how I found my perfect brunch 🙂

I’ve probably left you wondering how on earth this relates to my success in dating, didn’t I? I promise I’ll bridge it for you, but before I do that, I’d like to hear from you guys. What did you see, and what lessons can you take away from my perfect brunch incident?

Part II here

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