Met up with Swee at Catalano’s for pasta, seafood and red wine tonight. Oh, and two bottles of Hoegaarden as well. What’s the occasion? Oh nothing, she just wanted to catch up. And by “catch up” I mean she wanted to bitch and whine. It’s ok though, since I figured that I’m actually quite the good listener.
In between muching on spaghetti with chilly king prawns (woohoo!), eating pan-grilled scallops and calamari, and downing some ’03 cabernet sauvignon and Hooegarden I did the usual uhuh’s, yup’s, and head nods. Occasionally due to the effects of the alcohol, I tried to be funny. She pauses for a second, does not laugh and then continues on her bitching. As I’ve said before, when women are spilling their guts out to you they don’t need your advice – they just want you to listen. They certainly do not want you to make light of their situations as well.
At the end of dinner, I walked up to the counter to pay but Swee insisted on paying. Oh well, what the heck I let her paid. I swear, I’d be such a gigolo if there were sex involved. I don’t have much a of “man-pride” (?????) really – women can pay for me as much as they want, I have no qualms about it. Have I mentioned that I am quite ok being a house husband to a rich woman? Heheh. Damn, maybe I am meant to be a gigolo. Except that I’m not that tall or alluring enough to whore myself out like that. Shite.
So anyways, this has been a usually mundane Tuesday night liven up by good food, alcohol and good conversation (mostly Swee’s).
* with apologies to Dire Straits and the famous line in their song “Money for nothing”