I know most good looking men are either gay or married.

I’ve stumbled a few.
I knew a few.
I’m related to a few.

It’s pretty much true.

I can assure that I’m not talking drunk or high now because I only had 3 glasses of whisky at most.

Tonight, Mr. Killer Smile was all I need. His smile that lights up the world.

No flirting.
No sex.
No one night stand.

Only his smile.

I remembered asking him some time ago, “Are you GAY?”
He reassured me that he is not.

We kissed in my front door, getting cozy in his BMW convertible.

Just imagine the Asian version of him. Black hair, charming smile and wrinkles around his eyes whenever he smiles. And the best part, his white pearls. He’s the younger version!

Tonight, I was struck by his killer smile. Again. After a very long time.

Tonight, I played the hard-to-get game.

Tonight, he introduced me as his girlfriend. I grinned.

He sent me home.
I said ‘thank you and good night’ ;
showed him my girls.

He smiles.

My heart smiles back. I murmured, ‘be mine, tonight’.