Standing at the esplanade, Robert slides a sideways glance at Angie. “Angie, I need advice on how to make my girlfriend feel special.” Sea breezes tousle his hair and he squints his eyes.
Angie looks left and right at the traffic passing by. “Oh? Why?” She shields her eyes from the
rays of the setting sun with one hand.
Robert crosses Gurney Drive, dodging cars and motorcycles. “My buddy tells me she’s
being courted by another man.”
“I
see.” Angie follows Robert, pattering on her stilettos.
They
enter a restaurant, grab a table and order their food and drinks.
Angie
places an elbow on the table and rests her chin in the palm of her hand (left pix). “To start off,
compliment her frequently. When she wears a new dress, has a new hairdo, gets a
promotion or drops a few notes into a beggar’s bowl. Better still, compliment
her when you introduce her to your friends. For instance, you can say
something like this, 'Hello guys, this is my girlfriend—she’s great at squash, cooks well, too.’
” Angie leans back in her seat. “When she’s in distress—down with sickness, for
example—you need to comfort her, of course.”
Robert
whips out a notebook and a ball pen and jots down notes.
Angie
crosses her legs at the knees. “Look into
her eyes when you talk to her.” She locks gazes with Robert.
“Eeeek!”
Robert jerks upright. “I don’t like to look into her eyes.”
“Huh?”
Angie arches her eyebrows in question. “What do you mean?”
“My
girlfriend wears very thick spectacles, each lens can be used as a door stopper!”
Robert forms two O’s with the thumb and forefinger of each hand. “Her eyes are
magnified five times their original size!”
“Oh,
I see.” Angie scratches the back of her head. “Then plan surprises! For
example, instead of buying a couple’s seat at TGV, buy a Luxe seat! Or show up by surprise one Sunday morning at her place with a packet of her favourite prawn mee or whatever. You
get the drift?”
“I
see.” Robert nods and scribbles in his notepad.
A
waitress comes to the table and serves Robert’s and Angie’s orders.
“Give her your full attention when you’re with her.” Angie lifts her knife and fork and starts to eat. “If you’re in a restaurant and a sex bomb sashays in, don’t look away from her. Straying eyes communicate a wrong message.” She chews and takes a swallow. “Continue to be romantic to her after the honeymoon phase of your relationship. Don’t wait for Valentine’s Day or her birthday to give her presents.” She grabs her glass by its stem and takes a sip (pix below).
Angie
sweeps her eyelashes upward. “Gifts need not be expensive. The time and effort
that go into the gift is more important than the cost. Compose a love poem
for her. Sketch her portrait if you’re artistic, cook her a special dish, or
even give her a single rose once in a while.” She drops her gaze down at her plate.
“You can even make a card and write ‘thank
you for your love, darling’ ” She cuts a slab of meat into smaller pieces.
Robert
glugs his beer and puts the stein down.
“Hug
her! If you haven’t seen her for a spell
because of an overseas assignment or whatever, hug her, lift her off her feet
and twirl her around!”
“Just
like in the movies?”
“Of
course!”
“Err,
problem is my girlfriend’s weight.” Robert slips his mobile from his trouser
pocket and taps its screen a few times. “That’s her!" He shows the screen to Angie. "Susan weighs two hundred
pounds!” He puts the mobile on the table. “But it’s the right chemistry that attracts me to her."
“Never
mind about hugging and lifting her then, but you can show chivalry!” Angie puts down her fork
and knife. “This social code is still appreciated by many women.” She wipes her
lips with a serviette. “You can open the car door for her, let her go through a
door first or carry her shopping bags when browsing around in a mall. If she
orders a dish that doesn’t taste good, offer to swap your food with hers.”
*****
The
next day…
Smelling
of Kelvin Klein cologne, Robert pulls up outside Susan's house, yanks the
handbrake up and gets out of the car. He rounds the car to the front passenger
door as Susan opens the front gate.
Robert
opens the front passenger door and motions with an open palm inside.
A
grin cracks Susan's cherubic face to reveal dimples. “Thank you, honey!” She plonks her butt on the front passenger seat
which sinks down by two inches from her weight and its springs squeal like a rat
being tortured.
In a flash, Robert
closes the car door, lips upturned in a smile.
“Aaaarrrrgh!” Susan twists her face in anguish. “You slammed the door on my leg! You idiot!”
**********
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