STILL that Thursday, 6.13pm, Coffee + WHAT THE-

So I don't let him in.

I mean, can you blame me? If you had a guy say, "Oh I know the way you think, and I know the most inner workings (I mean, inner-most workings) of your subconscious mind? Which happens when you are SLEEPING???"

You wouldn't let him in.

Besides, I have my mum to think about. And my mum.

And my mum.

And my social life (or lack-there-of. I have 'Os'. Sue me for being dramatic.)

So yeah. I went down with him just now. (I'm not that stupid. No way am I stepping into his house.)

And we had coffee. At Starbucks. And I had my Java Chip. And everything felt better. (For a while.)

Until he said, "I was sent to protect you."

That's when I choked on my Java Chip and went, "WHAT??????" (Yes, with that many question marks.)

I mean, what the hell does he need to 'protect me' from? Monsters? Ghosts? 8 legged creatures of darkness???

So I stared at him. Hard. And I went, after wiping off chocolate from my chin, "Wait. Don't tell me. You think that the dream guy is a... bloodsucking vampire."

And then I proceded to laugh in his face.

I don't even believe in vampires that sparkle, that's how un-vampire-ish I am.

"No," he said, much to my surprise. (I seriously thought he was going to agree with me because he looked so serious and stuff. He was looking into my eyes gravely and everything.)

I think he took my hand in his, and for some reason I didn't shake it off. Because? I don't know why. I just felt safe with my hand in his. I know, right? Crazy.

Absolutely lunatic. First I think the guy's a stalker, then I feel safe? With him?

Siao ah[5].

"The truth is, Mel, you are..."

A zombie?
An alien?
Absolutely out of my mind?

What? I willed him to say more.

[5] ARE YOU CRAZY???