How I Met The Biscuit

This is the story of how I met the Biscuit. I don't know why I have waited so long to tell you this... but I think I should share it because I am afraid that if i don't, then one day, I might forget and lose this memory forever. It's probably the best modern day fairy tale chance meeting I have ever known.


On the 27th October 2008... on a sunny afternoon, I ventured into Borders at Wheelock, intending to buy a non-fiction book (am not keen on fiction). And as I usually do, I check out if there's anyone wank worthy (haha) in the magazine section.


And then I see Mark, in a casual white shirt with faint blue and grey pin stripes, a bit tight around the chest (I am such a perv, I know), sleeves rolled, and blue jeans.

I stood around the magazine section, and checked if he had a ring, and also if he was reading a pervy magazine or a smart one. It was UK's Men's health. Good.

We make friendly eye contact. And he starts chatting... loved the accent, loved the very narrow gap between his two front teeth, loved his smile.

And then we sit down for a quick coffee in Border's Bistro. And chatted even more. I study the faint creases on his face, listen to his stories of travel and experiences of life and I am enthralled by this stranger.

I talk about my blog and writing, and the serial dating I have been doing the past 1 year. And then he abruptly excuses himself from the table, and walks briskly back into borders. I remember checking his ass out as he walked away... in his blue jeans (never underestimate the power of a good pair of jeans)... and I noticed he has a bounce in his step. He walks the same way I do!

Like a person who will not be weighed down by the drudgeries of life.

I find this very attractive.

He comes back shortly with a black borders plastic carrier bag, and presents it to me, smiling. I remember thinking- What in the world??

I open the bag and it's a book - the pocket SUPERDATE...
It's a book on dating advice. Haha. Cheeky. Yet ironically, he wrote in the book- hopefully you won't need this!

It wasn't a bouquet of flowers, or jewellery.. but much better.


And at that very point... I dropped every other man I was dating or planned to date. Everything just felt so right. That was the beginning of our life together. I didn't know at that point how much money he had, how old he was, where he lived, etc etc... but the display of such wit and candour... I thought... this is the man who will make me smile each day of my life and will keep my mind engaged and will have my respect.

Then it rolled on to lunch at PS Cafe ( palais renaissance)... still so much to chat about. The day ended with him walking me to my taxi, and off I went. And in 1 minute... I get an SMS from him. I remember thinking... ah! He's hooked on me already! :)


His SMS said -" What does it say in the book about kissing on the second date?"


And I reply - " It says that it should have been done on the first!"

And that ladies and gentleman, was the first day of the best relationship of my life thus far.

But as life would have it... fairy tales don't always have happy endings. But its ok... I have learnt that nothing ever stays the same, and when one door closes, another one opens.

I hope for the best for Mark and I do hope that I will find my own happily ever after ending.