Over the weekend I was being interrogated. No, not the type of you-are-a-suspect-i-shine-lamp-on-you kinda interrogation but rather... what is my type? Type as in the type of girl I like... the type I will fall for.
That is one helluva tough Q! Simply cuz, I've never ever set a 'type'. I believe that I will know when I meet her rather than limiting myself to a list of craved in stone criterias after all, to quote Forest "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get." right? Looking back, I've fallen for very different kinda girls, so this is like speaking thru real experience.
Unfortunately, the lady throwing out such tough question at me also happens to be a damn tough interrogator. I kinda started blurting out some 'keywords' so that to get her off my back and get this over with. This is when I have a OS (oh shit!) moment.
I realized that I was actually describing someone I've been thinking of a lot lately. Hmm...
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