i come to realise that make-up is one big deceiving art.
one moment, he's that gorgeous model on the runway, with flawless complexion (with make-up) and a hot bod. the next moment, he's the normal boyfriend sitting beside me, with a few(?) pimples signifying youth. the hot bod remains of course. :p
a pity i didn't have a digital cam with me. if not i'd have been snapping away in attica when he was on the runway for his first assignment.
i was full of pride when he did his catwalk on the runway. it's like ohmygawd-that's-my-bf-on-the-runway kinda thing. honestly speaking, i had my worries and i still do. brushing the fears aside, i really try my best to be the most supportive gf. and so my heart was thumping furiously. every step he took was of confidence and poise. he almost took my breath away.
when i stepped into attica alone initially, i was a bit lamenting over the fact that i seemed to pale in comparison with him. im not talking about our skin tone here. but well, for the fact that two guys chatted me up: a part-time waiter and an abc guy with a slang, it's consolable to a certain extent.
but of course, the bf on the runway is the one i was paying my attention on for the night. and im really proud to claim him mine.
after he finished his show, we ordered drinks. i had 4 in total: whisky dry (before the show), vodka lime, vodka cranberry and whisky dry (again!). by the time we walked out, i think i was stumbling over my steps a little and blabbering nonsense.
was i drinking to my Inferiority? im not sure.
all in all, it was a wonderful night. at least for once, i could sit with him by the beautiful riverside on a lovely saturday night. :)