Margarita

Tempting

Since the beginning of January this year, I made a promise to myself to quit smoking AND drinking. The smoking part was easy (only a social smoker since 1995), but the drinking part is tough. Despite that I haven't drank a drop, at some nights, I crave and itch for a cold glass of frozen lime margarita. I know it is such a pooh pooh drink, but it tastes so good, god-damn-it! Anyway, to add onto the checklist for a healthier lifestyle, I recently joined a gym at Menara Maxis.

Most of the time when I do go to the gym, I would go on my own. Khaylis was suppose to be my gym buddy but her work schedule and mine haven't coincide recently. So, it felt great when I bumped into someone who I knew and who agreed to be my gym buddy yesterday. (Yay, I have a friend.) However, he is no ordinary friend. He turned out to be the ex of my ex.

It was really weird to have bumped into him. The grounds of our association was this girl who totally screwed both of us up, but both of us were too proud to admit it to each other. Until now. Coincidently, after the gruesome class of Body Combat, he tapped on my shoulder and said, "Let's chill after this." Nodding my head, I knew what that chill was going to be about.

Around 8pm, both of us headed towards the central food court at KLCC, ordered our food, sat down and tried on some small talk. But, predictably, he zoomed in into the crucial matter of the meeting, and said, "You know what happened."

No.

"Oh, I broke up with her a year ago."

Without a pause, he continued telling me that things were rocky when he discovered that she was stealing his money and his credit card details. "She even had the nerve to tell me not to be down after a week my father passed away!" After sharing me some endless historical data, he said that he could not tolerate the distrust and ended the relationship. "But, the thing is, she never cheated on me though," he said. Silence.

It was already 9.15pm and I told him that I had to go. We exchanged numbers, and he told me to call him up next time I hit the gym. Yeah, no worries, I said.

As I walked down the escalator to the car park, I could not help but feel this need to tell him something he did not know. That she did cheat on him. With me. But I decided not to tell him and promised to myself about it. Because just like that margarita, I will refrain from it. Period.