Sarong Party Girls by Cheryl Lu-Lien Tan Page A

them whether they wax noses or not. If they don’t, next time I’m not even going to consider guys like this. I would have turned over from the start so I didn’t have to see that shit lah, but the first time with a guy, sometimes if you turn over they get the wrong idea. Hallo—­guniang here don’t do backside.
    Once the guy was done he went and got us some water—­sweet of him lah. That move, I appreciated. But by the time he came back I was already asleep. Then this morning, aiyoh. When I woke up at around nine, I could actually see that his apartment was not very nice. It’s not small—­one of those older condos, so it was quite spacious because when government first started granting land for building them, they parceled out bigger lots, so all of them were big big one. But even though it was not bad, it was totally empty! There was nothing on the walls—­just white and more white. In the living room, there was just one sofa, one coffee table and one giant flat-­screen TV and PlayStation. The fridge was empty. And walao eh, clothes were all over the place—­half-­rolled-­up socks, dirty T-­shirts, all thrown all over the living room floor. The bedroom (I guess maybe he doesn’t spend so much time there) was at least a bit neater.
    I was still walking around the living room, thinking of what else I could look at, when he came out of the bedroom and said, “Hey babes. Hungry?” In the daylight he wasn’t, say, terrible-­looking. The nose, it’s true, looked quite bad. (In the morning light I could see even more clearly just how much hair there was.) But his body—­which I could see even more now since he was still naked (and also since I wasn’t mabuk and feeling a bit cross-­eyed anymore by this point)—­was quite thin and nice; his smile, quite cute. If I didn’t know by now that I’d probably have to end up picking up his rotting underwear from the floor my whole life, then I actually might consider. Also, I couldn’t remember his name. Babi, why didn’t I think of going into his wallet and find out while he was still sleeping? Now, what should I call him?
    So I just smiled and said, “Not really hungry, sweetie.” I was about to pick up my handbag and tell him I’d better go. But then the guy came over and hugged me from behind. I didn’t know what to do. Usually they’re not so sweet. So I just turned around and he suddenly kissed me, the open open type. I was going to push him away since we both hadn’t brushed our teeth yet—­why would he want to kiss like that now? Damn gross, man. But then I could smell something minty. Wah—­fucker brushed his teeth! I was so touched I actually wasn’t thinking and just kissed him back. Then I could feel that he was getting a bit hard. And I remembered that he was actually quite nice-­sized. Also, last night, since I was so tired, fucker came but guniang here didn’t finish. (Actually, don’t say didn’t finish lah—­the fucker was so quick that guniang never even started.) So when I thought about it a bit—­OK, might as well not go home just yet.
    Overall, it was all OK lah. At least the second time, both sides also got action. But the bad part is, hooking up like that tends to mean that it cannot just be a one-­night thing. So when he asked for my number, I felt a bit like I couldn’t say no. Also, since the girls and I sometimes go to Attica, I might bump into him again! So better don’t give a fake number, I guess. The good part is, at least when we exchanged numbers, guniang here had a number one idea. I pretend-­told him I don’t know how to spell his name, asked him how to spell it and all. So he slowly spelled out for me: R-­O-­Y.
    So, now—­like that lah! I don’t even know how, man. With a nose like that and with his lousy apartment and I