What is it with..

What is it with bumping into old flames/ex-boyfriends/burning objects of desire? You get burnt, that's what! Ok, pass over the corn and i'll trying upping the ante of the conversation to a more readable one. So all my readers, yes all 4 of you, brace yourself.

I was just doing my thing, doing my thing. At orchard. Was i sauntering across the underpass? Maybe. I don't remember. I was casually walking. You know, like Tuesday evening in Ochard and it's raining like a bitch outside and everyone is using the underpass, kind of walking. I had a premonition/feeling/instinct that i would bump into someone i know, someone significnt, not like my aunt or a relative or the blind dude with the nasal voice in the underpass. So technically, i was prepared, right? But CRASH! BOOM! BANG! i was shocked lah. It's the heart dropping to the pits of the stomach kinda shocked. I saw him. My feet didn't stop although my heart did otherwise and i just did like a lame as grin and turned away. His girlfriend was there and i didn't want to arouse any suspicion or bang on niceties and start conversation with someone i ABSOLUTELY do not know/have no inclination to get to know, it's too conventional.

Then the 20 questions thingy start: Did i look like a dork? Was my panty line showing? Did i look awesome? Did the moment pass so fast that he didn't even notice me? Was he pleased to see me? Was he disturbed to see me? Did his girlfriend sense something was amiss and did the whole "Who is she?" SOP? Should i have said "Hi" at least? Ok, so there were less than 20 questions.. but you get the drift..