A Weapon of Mass Destruction

Of late, I've been inspired to ask myself a very intriguing question. A question of such importance, with much emotional and self-provoking worth attached with it. No, it has absolutely nothing to do with the military, surprisingly. It is very much based on the affairs of the heart, a topic which I try very hard to avoid having tasted not much success in this field, try as I may. A rather close friend of mine, QueZo, had indicated that a girl has expressed her interest in him. Upon hearing that, I offered my congratulory handshake and my limited help along with it. And as if by reflex, the question immediately reflected in my mind, "How many girls have actually expressed their interest in me?"

Summoning my mathematical prowess, I added up each and every time when I got lucky with love. To my great dismay, I could not get past the big fat zero mark. So there it hangs, a zero on my report card where my close pal had gotten off the mark. To be honest, my inability to attract the fairer sex did not come as a big surprise to me, for I feel that I'm far too average a guy. Even any one of the lamp-posts on the streets would have been far more outstanding than me. Well, I'm still very glad for my friend now that this had happened, despite my pathetic state. We used to be in the same boat when it comes down to love but it seems that now he is in a class of his own, or so I think...

It turned out that QueZo may have attracted the wrong kind of girls after a much detailed analysis, which I shall term it fatal attraction. Attraction of the deadliest kind, for it does not survive long once its shelf-life has expired and it deals a serious bit of damage to the attractor's fragile and emotional heart. The attractee, like a tourist on a stopover midway from the final destination, stays around the transit lounge and spends a fair bit, contributing to business at the air terminal. Just when everybody's happy, their time is up and they leave in a jiffy, forgetting to clean up the mess they left behind. And my mate, the QueZo international airport, will have to stay open for these familiar tourists, no matter rain or shine. So far, he has had two tourists visited him but it may not stop there. I can say that this stop-and-go has left QueZo in a pretty bad shape and quite worn out.

This leads up to another problem, which is how do you actually know, that when a girl expresses her interest in you, if it is truly Lady Luck and Love shining on you or a disaster in the making, the latter being much more of an insincere opening up of her feelings towards an unknowing victim. The ambiguity that surrounds this question clouds up most of us and fails to fade away. My perception of such matters has also taken a twist, engineered by the twisted nature of such an event. If I happen to be the advisor to the UN, I would have classify these acts as a form of terrorism, as they are uncalled for and very unneccessary, causing innocent victims if these acts are unselective. It may just be a simple "I like you" but the motive is questionable. Such weapons of mass destruction shouldn't even be paraded in the first place.

Without doubt, there are many instances of the usage of this weapon that turned out to be quite a happy affair, mainly due to the fact that they are used for the right motives. Quite similarly, a nuclear plant could turn out to be extremely deadly if fallen to the wrong hands. Sincerity and credibility are what guys look for, especially when it comes to "I like you" but if the example of QueZo is anything to go by, I rather not wish it upon myself. In that case, I'd better thank my lucky stars for shining on me and protecting me. If only they could just do the same when it comes to soccer betting, I would be a contented man. That's another story altogether and for the time being, I will have to raise my guard against any girl who says "I like you". Now if that is ever going to happen...