Open door, shut door

It should be about time I start dating again, I think.
But oh how boring dating has become!

It always starts with mutual attraction, then maybe a first date (which is rarely ever impressive -- but in keeping with my principle of giving everything a chance and following through, will usually be followed up with other dates I plan), and then they will be nice for a while, jerks for a while, wrapped up with an expected "ghosting".

I believe 2016 is when we should progress further than dinner-and-movie dates.
Unless dinner happens at a baba restaurant with mind-blowing nyonya laksa and cendol, followed up with going to open movie screenings like the Movies under the Stars at Frisky Rooftop Bar.

I do more interesting things by myself or with my girlfriends.



Expand your horizons, gentlemen.
Consider poetry slams, independent movie screenings, open mics, live shows, art exhibitions, volunteering, trekking up Broga Hill -- the possibilities are endless!

So many fluttering of the heart can be invoked under the dim lights of an open mic night

If dates happened, and you do not see it going anywhere substantial, or the interest had waned, being direct is key.
Cut the cord right away before the bucket goes down the well too deep.
In my world, "ghosts" should be sent away to where they belong -- the graves, to rot and be forgotten.
What a waste to have that bridge burned, who knows where it could have led, now or later!

Of all the exciting aspects I got going in my life, dating is really an open-door-shut-door case. Nothing interesting there, I'll move along.

OKBYE.

UPDATE 26/06: I stand corrected, poetry slams are not the place I want to be with a date. It will be unfair for that poor bugger to be ignored for in that space, at that moment, only I and the stirrings poetry evoked are present.