I think I am innocent and sweet. They think I’m a Player. Dammit.

I went to my school reunion the other day.
Someone entrusted me with the responsibility and burden of organising it since he wants to leverage on my power of popularity and influence.

Urm popular? Really?

Anyways I got sucked into it. I guess its kinda hard to resist the flattery of being called “popular and influential”…  to refuse means admitting that I wasn’t popular or influential. That I was a nobody. Now,  as humble as I am, I wouldn’t stoop that low! :P

I report with pleasure that I was able to pull in some more popular girls from by batch.
Maybe I was popular after all.... I dunno.  What I do know is that I suddenly had some issues when I started on my list of guys to invite to the reunion! Shite.

I dated at least 4 of the guys in my batch. They were all popular guys with their own “posse”.

Not inviting them would mean not inviting their posse as well… and that’s like a quarter of the school’s guys population! Sigh.

The first guy on my “primary school black book” was Mr R. Our relationship was quite serious (we have both met each other’s parents) until I dumped him.

The second guy, Mr K, proposed to me 3 times (including once in public at a dinner party in front of all our mutual friends) and I rejected each and every one. Now he wouldn’t talk to me.  Not even FB chat! Geez. What did I do? Seriously… it’s not like I married and divorced him 3x right? Meow…!

Third guy is a guy I was crazily infatuated with – I was practically stalking him every day. It ended when he announced he was engaged and I called him at 5am just to shout at him for being engaged. Err…  I did say CRAZILY infatuated right? Yeah.. he was one of those guys who can do that to women….. and yep, that phone call definitely goes into my Hall of Shame. Boo-hoo L

My final ‘scandal’ is with a guy whom I totally ignored when he was courting me. I was just into him for a week (when I even drove 4 hours to his work place outstation just to send him Lunch!) and quickly lost interest afterwards. He was smitten after the lunch trip while I realised right then that I wasn’t that into him. I’m easily bored that way.

I bet they hate me…

Damn it, what will happen if they’re all in the same room or place at the same time?! I bet they’re gonna have a nice goss session about me, swapping stories.

Oh noes, how can I let that happen? I shall not let that happen. I will not invite them to the Reunion. And who cares about their posse either. It’s my party, my rules !

Ok, that’s not nice. What I mean is, since I’m the organizer, I have the veto power to decide who I want to be invited. If anyone has a problem with that, then by all means please take this job over from me.  By all means….  (blablabla)

Alas. Easier said than done. With Facebook, everyone can just invite whomever they want. I can’t just simply announce “please don’t invite mr 1, mr 2, mr 3 and mr 4 because we had scandalous past… and they hate me”.  Tongues will wag! I do have a reputation (the most popular girl… ahem) to uphold here.

And thus that was exactly what happened – some people invited these guys! 

The thing is as the Host and Organiser I have to meet and greet everyone at the Reunion. i.e I need to be there and visible. I couldn’t just go MIA or hide behind a masquerade mask when these guys turn up!

Lol. What a crazy predicament.  Emergency mode ON.

Luckily for me, as I found out later on the FB Event’s Page, the guys have a bigger ego than me (thank God for that!). They refused to turn up at an event organised by moi, yours truly, that person they wanna avoid. They all clicked NO, I am Not Attending. Thank God!! The feeling’s mutual hun!

However there was one guy with lesser ego than the rest. He actually clicked “yes”. It’s Guy no.1 Mr R, whom I dumped. Yuks.

Urm. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a really nice guy for someone out there. Just not for me. The reason I dumped him was … well, isn’t it ironic: it was because he wasn’t man enough. He’s got no pride or ego. He’s a pushover. Big surprise that he’s turning up despite it being hosted by the one who broke his heart and jumped all over it. I’m not normally that bad, just that he asked for it. Really. If he stood up for himself, then I wouldn’t have been able to do that!

Let me tell u what happened to that poor guy on Reunion Day.
You see I banned him from my FB so he couldn’t see any private messages that I sent out to the Group. He can only see whatever public postings on the Group Event’s page. So when I sent out a private message to the group about the change of venue, he didn’t get it. (It was intentional on my part, like Duh). 

So there I was happily hosting the Reunion when suddenly just as everyone was about to start on dessert, he stood in front of me with the guy who originally pushed me to plan this reunion. That guy, Mr A said “hey B! U didn’t tell Mr R that we changed the venue? Poor Mr R was waiting for us at –the original venue- for over an hour. Luckily he had my number and called.”

Ooops sorry.....
Sorry that he found out the real venue that is.
Ugh… he couldn’t even confront me himself. What a Loser. (make L sign on my forehead).

(Disclaimer: What was I doing dating a loser in the first place? I went out with him because he didn’t seem like one then : he is extremely good looking – he looks like Christiano Ronaldo, a millionaire’s son,  drove a pretty decent car and I had a big crush on him when in school. After 6 months with him I realised that he’s actually just a pretty face with no substance, hence I dumped him. Anyone could have made that mistake right?)

The whole room fell silent as everyone paused to hear my explanation. I guess by then some words must have leaked out that we were dating.
I just said “owh, I guess it’s a technical error, you know how unreliable FB can be”.

Everyone smiled and nodded. Phew. That was a quick fix. It’s time to make my exit before things get worse.

The next day I received a msg from one of the boys. Apparently word had gotten around about Guy No.1 – Guy No.4. Yikes!

And apparently they think I’m some sort of hot stuff because of that.
I’m the legendary … err… female Casanova (or is it Matahari? Or Cleopatra? Or maybe Helen of Troy?! Lol. I wish). But really…………. I didn’t realise I was building a notorious reputation. Sigh.

Granted, I shoulda known that people would be talking about it because they were all popular boys in school… and when they didn’t turn up (and one turned up v v late), naturally people started to question. And the stories flowed.

Am I really a player?

I only dated 4 hottest guys of my batch… and dumped all except one.  So what?
They just didn’t happen to be the Right One. It’s not like I went out with them with the intention “to have fun” and use them for pleasure/played with their heart. Sometimes you gotta be cruel to be kind. They deserve someone else, who obviously isn’t me. They really should thank me, right? J

Truthfully this whole thing disturbed me in a way because I’ve always seen myself as a nice, innocent, gentle and sensitive soul. Hmm… maybe it’s not so true after all…(uh-oh)

On the other hand I also feel flattered. I must be hotter than I thought! haha. My confidence is at an all time high J


xoxo