A nice well groomed gentlemen, in a chic cafe on a weekday morning smack in the middle of town.
As the CBD crowds whizzed by grabbing their morning coffee and breakfast, the gentlemen will be typing away leisurly on his laptop.
He's working on his latest work for his blog.
A blog with stories you would not even dream of telling your best pals you are reading.
Sick, twisted and erotic stories conjured up right on this island where you and I live.
After wrapping up a few chapters, James googled for a nice restaurant that offers a fantastic set lunch deal. He beats the lunch crowd, got a seat, enjoys his meal before moving on to the next cafe where he would continue his writings.
He would pause now and then, appraising the hot chick that would take a seat near him as she tries to balance her coffee, the oversized purse she was holding and the phone that was on the vege of dropping off.
Her tight blouse would stretch straight as she smooth out her skirt, bending forward slightly before taking a seat. Her long legs clad in a pair of fashionable heels crossed before she angled them slightly and steal a passing glance at the gentlemen with a laptop who was obviously checking her out.
A smile was exchanged and although it did not lead to come wild mindless intercourse in the bathroom, it gave the gentlemen the character he needed for his stories.
Just like that.
Come dinner time, James would grab a sandwich along the way, stop along the coffee shop for a bottle of beer , 'alfresco Singaporean uncle style'
He gets home, takes a long cold shower before updating his blog with what he had written that day.
Isn't this beautiful ?
I would love to live as that gentlemen for a day but the scenario I painted could not be further removed from the truth.
This is what a typical day looks like. One that I suspect many of you can relate to.
I wake up at 6am everyday. The same time as my wife. We would get up, shower, get changed with scary military efficiency that would make my sergeant major back in my trainee days proud.
The kids would be stirring by the time we are out from the shower. My wife would be scurrying about in her bra and panty trying to dry her hair.
Sometimes she would execute a full head spin, slapping me with the tails of her wet hair as she asked me to zip up her dress.
Comments about the dress being too tight, too transparent or too short are better kept to myself if I don't want to be hurt by a dagger stare early in the morning.
We struggled to dress the kids and by the time we dropped them off at childcare, it was beginning to look like a war zone at the train station.
I kissed my wife goodbye before she went through the gantry.
James : you're going to get molested in that dress..... your upskirt photos will be all over the net. .... stand near the girls in the train....
Wife : stop reading sammyboy forum ......
She returned my kiss, and I walked on through the train station underpass to the bus stop.
Getting to office at 9am , both my phones will be ringing. I ignored the one on the desk and answered the mobile at the pantry.
James: hello...helloe.....ah soon ....ya...ya....o cannot hear you.... I call you later...
I brought the phone close to the coffee machine and let the whrirr irritate Ah soon for 3 seconds before I hung up.
Opened my mail and I began to sort out in order of urgency. No. The red exclamation mark doesn't mean anything.
I will look at the subject of the mail.
"KNN James. HONG GAN LIAO !!!call me !"
Mails like this gets priority.
That is the all the sex i will get to have that day. Purely visual and largely symbolic.