parable of the ice cream truck.

today shall be spent with the boyfriend. unfortunately, he has things planned and will be on the other side of the sunny isle.

QUESTION:

when he works so near to my home, is it justified that i feel a little annoyed that he didn't bother asking if he should come over to get me? or do i detect the first scent of the princess syndrome approaching?

in case the answer is closer to the second presented option, i really have to put this terrible thought out of my head.

sure, ladies out there like to feel pampared by their other-halves, and i am incresingly aware that some of my femanist airs are melting. however, i'm still a firm believer that when given a treat once in a while, no one should confuse gratitude with expectation.

really, it is a lot sexier that i can take care of myself and get from point A to point B without being ferried all over the place.. and if i recall, it's one of the (doubtless, many) reasons why R fell head over heels for me.

maybe i'm just getting lazy thinking about the ride from bedok to motherfucking sengkang. oh well.

HA.

ohh ra, a thousand and one excuses.