Tuesday, June 2, 2015


"So I met this young gentleman the other at a club..."

"Stop it," I told her, "you met him at a club. That's no gentleman."

She turned her head and gazed at me. Eyes still red, reeks of alcohol maybe from last night party, I wildly guess.

"Your standard of gentleman is impossible, for fuck's sake. Then how am I supposed to find a good man, huh?". 

She kept her hollow gaze at me whilst I'm finishing my morning coffee, trying my best to ignore her.

"First, you should stop hanging at clubs," solemnly I replied, "bitch."

"Fuck you, Ren." 

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