Infatuation or just plain lame? Just LAME

Infatuation

n 1: foolish and usually extravagant passion or love or admiration
2: temporary love of an adolescent [syn: puppy love, calf love, crush]
3: an object of extravagant short-lived passion

Caught in a very complicated web of life yet again… I mean, how does one react when told that “I’m infatuated with you”. It’s a form of love too… he justified. Those words disturbed me quite a bit. This got me checking out the exact meaning from a few very reliable sources. I mean, just as I begin sorting out compartments in my life and putting things into perspective, there comes this new complication.
And which compartment exactly do I place this case again? I have no idea... but that was LAME!
And the person who said it was NOT an adolescent, mind you! I mean, that would mean that the person was plain immature because the most proper definition of an adolescent is :
n. A young person who has undergone puberty but who has not reached full maturity; a teenager.

This person has given the friendship between us a completely new meaning. There is no expectation when it comes to being regular friends as we were but somehow this topic came up and i'm thinking... ok... does this need me to take some action or did he just said it as a matter of fact? is he expecting me to respond likewise or what?? I mean why do you want to attach a new emotion to something good we were already sharing? Although we've talked it through, it got me thinking... why think so much??

I've had enough of analyzing things happening around me and with me so finally... decided to not give it any thoughts at all, and left it at that. But things are no longer the same with the same person who is infatuated with me. As seen before, they eventually wear off and drop off althougher like old used shoes. Dirty and boring.

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Besides this bit, it has been quite an eventful day… ‘lil Sathvikas’ graduation party in de morning brought memories of kindergarten come flooding back to me. Finally got to meeting up wit Roc who was close to being diagnosed with dengue. Not even close, the results showed viral instead.
Narrow escape… finally regaining her taste-buds, brought lunch to her place. Then went out for teh-tarik at a regular joint near her place. Had a good dose of people watching when suddenly this very familiar looking person comes around the corner. He sits in a distant and we’re merely minding our respective business. I made a statement saying there’s many insurance agents rushing for business at this time of the year, relating to a recent personal experience and jokingly notioned that the very-familiar-looking-guy is probably an agent too. And very shortly, he will walk up to our table, introduce himself and say that he’s met us before somewhere & finding that we have really not met before, will go on to introduce himself and start talking about this new insurance product or promotion he was doing for his company.

GUESS WHAT??? Just very shortly after, this same dude walks up to our table up to Roc and said… you look very familiar. Were you at Frasers’ Hill for the Amway Convention or something along those lines… i was minding my own business during this time, wondering if this dude was just throwing a fast one, next leading question to selling his product, whatever it may be.
I chuckled a bit when he was asking again… are you sure you weren’t there? I remember seeing you there when I was with Amway a few years back. Well, that’s an involuntary piece of personal information but answer is definitely… wrong person…
Finally he said sorry and left and I was dumbfounded. Reason being we just spoke of that scenario and my words were probably still lingering in the air before it literally happened. What a coincidence…

It began to drizzle shortly after so we left for home. Went to the gym wit Kams, and ended up in the cycling class instead of BodyPump as originally decided. Not really a fan of lifting weights and dancing around with them. Neither am I one for cycling (had a painful first experience).
But I found out after the class today that it ain’t so bad. The previous time was quite an awful one simply because i followed the pace of an expert as majority were in that class. That was months ago. This one had a great instructor. In my context, a good instructor is one who leads the class well and pays attention to the ones who need it and not just ignore them when they can’t follow. So she was in the league of a good instructor because she paid attention to a beginner in her intermediate class and ensured that I didn’t over-did it.
As a result, I enjoyed the class and wouldn’t mind going for another again. Of course the next time around, I’ll start off with a beginner’s class instead.