Greetings

Well, I always thought that I won't have time to keep a blog, but I'm going to try... This was due to a friend of mine, who also has a blog.

I've decided that I want to use this as a medium of expressing my frustration in the world of love. Let me give you a bit of history...

I'm a 24 (just turned 24) year old, gay Asian man. I consider myself a hopeless romantic, because what I'd like to do "on dates" have been noted by others as things that a "hopeless romantic" would do.

Recent events in my life prompted me to start up this weblog (blog). I used to think it was a silly idea, and I always feared that I wouldn't have time to update it. But I'm going to try to keep up with it.

Some of you may say that I'm a drama queen, because of what I may or may not write on the blog. I don't consider myself a drama queen, but I am also getting fed up of what's happening to me, because I've been the victim of cupid many, many, many times.

So, let me update on what has been happening in my world of romance... About three weeks ago, I met a really nice guy in Toronto. He and I had great conversation. He was intelligent, and was cute, friendly, and was different than any other guy I have met. I met him at a meeting, and after which, he asked around to see if anyone wanted to go and have a burger with him at Burger King. Now, I'm not a big fan of burgers, but I decided to go with him, so I could spend more time with him. That was when I discovered that we had great conversation. As Wednesday evening wore on, I kept enjoying myself more and more. It was sad when I had to part the guy on Wednesday evening, but we exchanged numbers. He told me that he wanted to go downtown and get some Cyndi Lauper CDs on Thursday, and that he would call me to confirm.

On Thursday, sure enough, he gives me a call, and I went downtown. It turned out that another friend of his was in town, so the three of us was going to spend some time at a Thai restaurant in downtown Toronto. We met at Kennedy station (a common subway station) and we went downtown together. While we were on the subway, fifteen minutes of conversation seemed like two. Finally, we made our way downtown, and met his friend.

* To make things easier from now on, I will refer to the guy I liked as Raoul *

Raoul wanted to get a haircut, so he, his friend and I hung out at a local barbershop. After, the three of us went to get something to eat. Then, Raoul's friend left, so I could spend some time with Raoul. We went to CDs stores as he wanted to buy his Cyndi Lauper CDs. After, we did some shopping at Eaton Centre. Though we didn't buy anything (except me, I bought the Hilary Duff - Most Wanted CD), we did spend some quality time doing some window shopping. Two hours flew by at Eaton Centre. (To me, it felt like 45 minutes).

After the shopping, Raoul wanted to get some ice-cream at Baskin Robbins. So, I went along. We got our ice-cream, and he teased me about getting green tea icecream, we went to a doggie park and watched the dogs play. Then we talked more and went home.

The next two weeks were really special for me, as I had met someone who was interesting, who I thought was interested in me, and I was on Cloud number nine. A week after I met Raoul, I told him (as I was walking down the street), that I wasn't going to miss Toronto, but now that I have met him, I am going to miss Toronto. He told me that he would miss me too, and put his head on my shoulder.

Over the next week, we kept in touch using instant messengers, e-mails and phone.

Fast forward to Wednesday, September 14, 2005. This also happened to be my birthday. I was so ecstatic, because I finally got internet. When Raoul logged online, I decided to say hello. During our conversation, Raoul said, "[...] Now I have to choose between two (guys)". So, I innocently asked if I was one of the two. And I got the response "No."

I would say that this would qualify as dumping, although some friends of mine disagree. Regardless of the perspective, I feel that I was led on. But I can say fairly that I misread the signs.

I suppose that in a bizarre way, it's a good thing, because I'll remember this particular birthday for a long time... First birthday in Montreal, and the birthday where I had my heart shattered.