"Hi, I am a stewardess. Without make up, I look plain, and I am usually dumb."

Over dinner the other day, the BF and I were discussing his friend's new gf, who is a marketing exec. I said that she was really nice and was a refreshing change from the usual unfriendlies he hung out with. And I added that she was quite attractive. The bf then said that the friend, let's call him C, mentioned to him that he can finally see why pilots eventually stop dating stewardesses because it was hard to have intelligent conversations with them.

Funnily, even though I am and have never been a cc, I felt insulted. Obviously because my sister was with an airline for 5 years and she is in no way dumb. I said " Not all cc are dumb."

And I reminded the BF, " you dated one for 5 years you know?"

He then quickly remarks " Oh, yes, of course I did. But you know, with every partner, you upgrade. So, I have upgraded. Much like how you have upgraded to. Ahem ahem." *insert chest puffing action*

In between rolling my eyes and gagging, I told the BF that the ex cannot be as "bad" as he says, obviously cos her face was plastered all over the billboards. No uglies make it to billboards.

"Oh, it's makeup. Without makeup, a lot of them are ugly/unattractive- wan. Like C was saying, he went out with this cc nicknamed JayLo , and dude, he said when she took off her makeup, he nearly died. He said why so ugly wan?!"

And then he continues " Like C's new gf, C told me, when she removes her make up, her face quite plain and uneven."

I then thought to myself, GOD FORBID I should ever date a guy like C who tells his good friend how "plain" his gf looks. Or that without makeup, his gf is one of those people who should never see the light of day.

I guess I'm safe. I'm makeup free 99% of the time. In fact, if it's a good day, I actually comb my hair before I leave the house. And if it's an EVEN better day, I have lip balm (with a tinge of pink!) on. So when I remove my "make up", the bf would be glad to know, I look exactly the same as before.

Ex files

The whole of last night, I was stuck in a dream where the BF had another girl and did not tell me about her. In this dream, I felt lousy. There was surprisingly, no anger. Just a sinking, lousy feeling. When I finally managed to pry my eyes open from the horrid dream, I realised I couldn't call the BF as he was working.

I always thought that if I were caught in a love triangle and I am the jilted lover, I would be livid.

When I was 16, I was the jilted lover and as mentioned before, I wasn't angry. Just very heartbroken. In fact the ex's then gf (whom he left me for) called me and asked "What can you tell me about H that I don't already know?"
I asked her how she got my number and she said the ex gave it to her. And why do you want to call me ? "Cos I want to talk to this ex of his that he constantly talks about."

Even many years down the road, after we had attained puberty, grew some unwanted hair and scored some unwanted wrinkles, I would get a text out of the blue " Do you think, if I hadn't made the big mistake of leaving you when were together, we would still be together today?" or "Do you think there is still a chance for us?"

What does one answer to that? What do you say to a guy who broke your heart?

I said nothing.

Today, he is happily married.

And up to the very week before he got hitched, the just recent ex sent me emails and text messages saying that he misses me and how he doesn't understand how it all went wrong and how he wished he could turn back time.

It's sure to be shitty to be the girl that your partner "settled" for or be the girl whose bf loves someone more than you.

It sure must suck.

The bf's ex sent him angry messages when she found out we got together. There was "you wasted my 5 years!" "you are a jerk!" "I deserve better than you!"

It always pains me to know she feels that way. I always tell him "she must have really loved you." but he will always say "it's not about how much she loves/loved me, it's all about how much I loved her. The trouble was, I didn't love her enough to stay."

I am always petrified of a repeat of my life when I was 16. Because it sucks to be the jilted lover. But I bear no grudge against the third party because I believe that if my bf loves someone more than me, I would gladly let him go.

two weeks minus ten days.

Over dinner yesterday. My friend whines:

"Someone hit my car!"

I gave her the most piteous look. Obviously because I am currently the reigning queen of having car/bikes/whatnot hit the rear end of my car.

She then exclaims " I've sent it to be fixed. I am claiming the guy's insurance."

I then said "Oh, I couldn't wait for the shop to process the insurance and get everything done. Much too long. I was told it would take TEN DAYS!"(written in bold for dramatic effect)

"WHAT?! TEN DAYS? So long? The man told me it would be done before Christmas! He said only two weeks!"

*_*

"Ten days is roughly 4 days less than two weeks."

"Oh."

Who is a lawyer? Me? Nope. Not me.

You pick up the phone. And someone is in dire need of legal advice. You tell them, sorry, I don't do civil law. They say, but you're still a lawyer right? You can tell me some things? You think "Hmm, yeah I am a lawyer, and how hard can it be?"
So you stupidly, foolishly, { insert word which equates to idiot} say "Sure."
The one word I shall live to regret now.

The ramblings then began.
Phone rings, Hey, its me.
Who?
Benedict.
Oh.
So, *asks same questions over and over and over and over and over again*
Gives same answer over and over and over and over and over again.

Repeat above scenario for three whole days.

I'll be damned that the first time I admit I am a lawyer, I get burned this way. I am going to stick back to saying "I'm not working. I am a housewife."

It's so cute, I just had to share it!

Silent question

What do you do when the BF's niece yells for you, but with his ex's name?

You pretend you didn't hear her.

Then you pretend not to be perturbed by it.

Then you silently sit in the corner and wonder to yourself, does his family love her better than you?

But you never mention this incident ever again.