Back from the Land of Heavy Censorship that is after 9 days of business trip. My gosh, all the 5-star hotel treatment was super worth it. I was slaving the days away as in seriously.
I was working non-stop for days straight and only took a breather at the middle of the event just to feel the chilly minus zero Shanghai air and dashed straight back to the warm comfort of the Shangri-La. 🙂
Anyway, it’s over. So we can go hip hip hurraaah!
I can now once again focus on my GMAT practices. Tests are coming up soon.
I can now give Trader the attention he direly needs. Blah, who are we kidding? It’s me who’s the attention whore and him so much a darling to give it to me.
I can now spread my attention towards other projects. ASEAN is waiting for some support!
Mainly it’s GMAT and Trader. Been almost three weeks since we last saw each other and it’s been far too long.
We see each other once again tomorrow, and am looking forward to it.
Btw, can I make an honest confession?
Sometimes, I forget that I have a boyfriend.
When I was in Shanghai surrounded by all these eligible and successful bachelors, I forgot what it was like to have a boyfriend. Of course, it didn’t help that IDD rates were pricier towards China too than it was for Hong Kong.
Obviously, I was not in lack of any attention. Ha, this girl can be really fiesty if she wants too indeed.
I remember on the first day of our organized event, I met a distinguished professional who was on top of his field and clearly interested. He liked the fact that I was different, returned his barbs with wit and was just downright young. You cannot imagine how much power 20 year olds have.
However, while the Old Me would’ve basked and encouraged the attention (and wouldn’t it be too easy), I didn’t pursue it. I excused myself saying that I would like to give a try of the Beijing Duck and moved away to the next group.
Why was that?
Because Trader matters.
And no matter how handsome, successful, eligible and attrative these other men are, it doesn’t compare to Trader calling me with concern on the third day of our event because I was sick with food poisoning and simply puking in the toilet.
It doesn’t pare with him calling or emailing me every day because I told him that daily minimum once-a-day contact is what I needed in a relationship.
Because he flies over regularly, and sees me even though it pains him to spend money and it tires him to be flying all the time.
And because no matter what they say, I do love him.
I guess that’s what matters. It doesn’t matter if something feels good right now because that’s super duper easy to find, but it’s also because it feels good today, tomorrow, and the day after next.
So was it tough being loyal to Trader in Shanghai after being surrounded by all these handsome available and willing dudes? Especially when we’ve suffered the least attention since we first started dating?
Not really – because at the end of the day, it’s at Trader’s arms that I’d rather belong.
Have a great weekend everyone!