A thousand lamp posts

I used to ask myself why I was still single. I was vacillating between realms where all my friends talked (still are) about their love-making in hotels, pelamin colours and their can’t eat-can’t sleep diseases while I trawled clubs (still am) and stalked potential lovers on Friendster. Often when asked about my status, I gave people the lame excuse of being commitment-phobic which till today, I believe, played a part in my perspectives and approach on relationships. Hell, I came from a family where all my aunts are either divorced, widowed or man-less for some reason.

It was always a case of wrong man, wrong time, and I ain’t gonna be stupid enough to jump onto the wrong ship.

So, I’m glad I said “yes” when he asked. We are now a month-old as a married couple and it just feels right to talk about how it all started off.

There were no lavish surroundings or big diamonds. On that night about two years ago, there was a night bazaar near his place and he decided to surprise me with a much craved burger ramly (he knew I was feeling sick and hungry and he would score major points with a gesture like that).

A thousand lamp posts he travelled to reach the eastern coast, to be greeted with a grinning girlfriend of one month. We decided to chill at the park and talked about our dreams, hopes and future as he fended off the constant mozzies sucking on me like a lolly.

I can’t remember how the convo eventually led to the idea of marriage but it did and he casually popped the question. I didn’t cry, yelp or react with multiple aw-my-gawds and just said yes. A resolute yes. I knew he was the one I wanted to eat burgers with the rest of my life and I knew he was the just the man I was waiting for. Nothing else really mattered. I remembered him saying, “People traditionally propose with a ring but look at me, you just said yes to man who brought you a burger.”

I guess this time, it was a case of right man, right time and I ain’t no blind woman not recognizing love when it’s staring in my face.

The burger was damn good too.