Boys on her fingers ( Part 3 )

For that week, I slaved over this project like a hapless dog, bent on fulfilling just one purpose. I called many of my artistic friends to lend a hand on the matter. They were more than pleased to help me out when they heard it was for her. Soon enough, the ideas that were floating around in my head seemed to materialize right before my very eyes and VIOLA! it was done. Larger than life, I sighed in relief that the project was done, finally ready to be handed over to her.

I was nervous at the very thought of handing it over to her, pulse racing, palms sweating, the works... I hate to admit it, but my brain has a very nasty habit of malfunctioning when I'm in front of the person I fancy. Scumbag brain doesn't know when to work -,-. Finally, it was delivered to her, safe and sound. That night, I was finally able to sleep contently, well in the knowledge that I did what had to be done.

Now, I'm fully aware that it's only good courtesy that when one gives something, one wouldn't expect anything in return. But when someone slaves on something that demands so much time and effort, the least you'd expect is a nice thank you in person. Just two words. I longed for those two words, lying patiently in wait day after day. But it never came, in fact, nothing came after that. Our relationship seemed to draw up a blank everywhere I looked, like nothing ever happened between us, just like magic.

Like a drowning victim, I tried to revive our stale relationship. But alas, to no avail. I might as well have been giving fish C.P.R for all that it was worth. It was like she wanted nothing to do with me anymore. I don't get it! What did I do wrong? Now I know that women were impossible to predict or understand, but this was outrageous and downright baffling! How could a relationship so real and meaningful now seem so misty and far away? For the fear of me, I could not draw my courage to ask her.

Drowned in my fruitless worries, I stuffed my face with my usual meal of mixed rice at the school canteen. That's when he came, strolling in that stylish manner that he normally does, for now, let's call him Cake shall we? Cake noticed how down I've been lately and knew immediately what was wrong. He jumped right into topic, telling me the truth behind what's happening between me and her. God damn, where are all these sorcerers coming from?

And so, Cake explained to me about what's happening. Turns out that she's been like this all along, and towards many different guys as well. I cock my head in a questioning manner, expecting more of an explanation on the matter.

"Look man, you don't need to understand."


*sigh*

And so, it came to be that I never actually figured out why she does what she's doing, her motives were as unknown as the edges of my history textbook. It nudges at the back of my head sometimes before I fall asleep, pushing me to find out more. But, with the help of some supportive friends, I finally realized that this was a question that I'd never find the answer to, this endless-nes was probably how she keeps the boys coming, line after line, all waiting to be showered by her affection.

Like a puppet master, she was strangely able to manipulate boys into doing her bidding, into believing that she was interested in them when she wasn't, like a game that she played very very well. Well, this ex-puppet is cutting himself free, no longer bound by your whim. Who knows? I might actually meet someone who appreciates this puppet's hardwork (: