Something, not sure what exactly though, got me thinking about apples. Personally, i prefer my apples skinned. Which got me thinking about peeling apples which in turn got me thinking about peelers and my acquired phobia of them. There was one time in Gippy, i was helping to cook dinner by peeling potatoes. It so happened that i somehow missed the potato with the peeler and went for my pinky finger instead. The effect was that i loped a tiny chunk of meat off my finger, which got me spewing the rare expletive before dropping everything, potato and peeler, and running into the room bleeding in intense pain. The then-girlfriend came into the room to give me some sayang, so not too bad also lah, hur hur. I’m such a baby, lol. Anyway, the finger is now ok, it was after all so long ago. Some meat or scar tissue has since grown and replaced the missing flesh, making the finger look whole again. Some days or weeks ago, don’t remember which, dearie cousin asked me who was this Elizabeth Ling that i went out to dinner with in a table-for-two fashion. After informing her that Ling was my ex-colleague, and understanding the underpinnings of such questions, i also informed her that Ling was married. Which got me thinking.. These things always get me thinking coz i’m such a philosopher with these topics. Which might help explain why i can’t find any girlfriends, coz by the time i finish thinking about things, the girl has probably found someone else, lol. But i digressed. When i thought about it, it seems that i’m always going to table-for-two with someone who’s verily attached. Went to dinner with big sis who is getting getting married in January, went with Ling for dinner who is already married in, i don’t remember when she was married. And the funny thing is, i know their hubby or hubby to be, and they know me too. I would never have minded if they asked their hubby or hubby to be to tag along. But i guess they seem to be thinking that i would feel like i’m some sort of light bulb if they brought their significant other along; and to minimize my discomfort, they left their significant other behind. Though technically, it would not be incorrect to call these dinnes as dates. But i guess lbandit has a rather different view of dates from dearie cousin bah. I guess i’m much more liberal with the idea of dating. For me, dates doesn’t necessarily have to involve a romantic interest or even anything sexual.. Oh well.. til the next time, make sure you keep your fingers away from peelers.