Balloons

I was blowing a red balloon at the playground for this little girl, she look at me with her round eyes and chubby cheeks and marvel at the bright red balloon growing in size. I tie it up and gave it to her. She was thrilled and skip around with it.

Another girl who tied her hair in a pony tail with freckled cheeks and bright eyes, saw the balloon and wonder if she could have it. I blew a bright purple balloon for her. She was amused and wonder whether I will blow anymore balloons for her. The chubby cheeks girl saw that the purple balloon was more beautiful than her's and felt upset.

Along came another girl, she has short hair and big round eyes, I blew her a bright yellow balloon and gave it to her. She kept giggling and wonder why this man blew her a balloon. She was curious to see what other balloon colours I can blow, so she kept asking me to blow another one for her. After I gave her a bright green balloon, she ask for more to see whether will I do it. I obliged and gave her a bright orange balloon. Now she has 3 balloons and the most among other girls.

The girl with the freckled cheeks fell down. Seeing that she was crying, I blew 4 balloons for her, red, green, blue and orange. It cheered her up and she was smiling happily. She shared with me the sweets she have with me. The short hair girl saw me doing it and asked me why did I blow so many balloons for her. I told her its because she is nice to me.

There are other girls at the playground and I blew each one one balloon, the naughtier ones got smaller balloons. With the exception of one girl which I gave her 2 because she was sad as she had just lost something.

A girl with high cheekbones came into the playground and saw what I was doing. I used to blow her numerous balloons with the colours and magnificence of the rainbow. She came and told me,

Girl: "You shouldn't blow balloons for all the girls at the playground!"
Me: "Why not? Don't they all like balloons?"
Girl: "Everytime you blow a balloon for a girl, you burst another girl's balloon."
Me: "Then I will just blow another balloon for her."
Girl: "Thats cruel! Bursting another girl's balloon will make her cry."
Me: "Is it?"
Girl: "If a girl doesn't like the balloons, she will just let it go. What if she really loves it and hold on to it and see you blowing it for other girls? Aren't you bursting her balloon?
Me: "I just want to make them all happy."
Girl: "You should blow balloons for only one girl."
Me: "Since they all like balloons, I will blow balloons for all of them and give the most and best balloons to the one I like."
Girl: "Its just your excuses!"

I pondered for a while. Then I took up the balloons and start blowing again.........

Fate

As I am typing away at my keyboard at night in the office, thoughts came across my mind, as I type I think, not about work but something else. I usually can't multi-task. Strangely that night I was able to work and think of something else at the same time.

What was I thinking? I was thinking about women. I was thinking about all the wonderful encounters and times we spend together. The meals, shopping, clubbing, verbal jousting, bickering, acting like kids, exchanging and sharing of food. But I can never be with them. Why? When I met them, they already have a boyfriend, going through a divorce and have a kid, married with a kid but not on good terms with the husband or going to get married.

As the thoughts go through my mind, it brought a smile to me, it was happy and it will never last. They belong to someone else at that moment. I realised it is really important at which stage of a woman's life you meet her. Who you meet first is the one you will be with.

I have friends who have no qualms about taking another person's girlfriend or wife. Will you?For those who are inexperience in the affairs of the heart, you probably think its easy to answer
this question. Because at this moment you are thinking with your head. I have friends who go with their hearts.( a more accurate description is that they think with their dicks)

Fortunately, unlike most ordinary men, I have a stronger willpower. But what if one day, at a moment of weakness, I recklessly abandon all my values and succumb to the lust of flesh and decide to go with my heart. Never underestimate the affairs of the heart.

Then the clicking sound of the keyboard came back to my senses, I was still working late into the night. I may tell you that I am forgetful, you may think I have forgotten, I did not. I was lying. Those short moments of happiness will always be on my mind.....