If you knew me long enough (and stayed even longer bearing the eccentricities), you would recall that I have certain pre-conditions for falling in love.
First, I still hold true the ideal that love does happen at first sight (and boy did *Gallant make my heart beat faster when I first saw him), but falling in love is a process that takes some doing (ie date, share secrets, hold hands). In other words, I can fall in love at first sight, and continue to fall even more in love. =) And in my case one of these *doings include being *saved.
I promise that there has never been an instant where I did not fall for my knight-in-shining... erm... - Nike/Adidas (got to be realistic that men I meet do not wear suits on a daily basis yet, let alone an armour).
In *Gallant's instance, we were on one of our first dates late in the middle of the night crossing a wide road in the middle of town. We were chatting and very engrossed in our conversation. He told me he plays the saxophone and it was the worst place to have my knees go weak in the middle of the road. A car suddenly appeared on an otherwise isolated road and *Gallant quickly ushered me to the other side safely.
Granted, it was not likely that the car would hit us anyway but give us a rude honking, but the rush of blood that flushes the face with the first sight seen being your identified saviour is indeed my ultimate feminine weakness. The heart would not stop pounding, and the (always) cute faced knight would be fussing over my well being. Now THAT is what I call being *saved. =)
The last boyfriend before *Gallant was even more *drama. We were on our first date and I went to his school canteen day. I was standing in the middle of the parking area when the ice truck was trying to move from behind me. The last bf then, with one hand and a single maneuver whisked me into his arms (note flush of blood to face, male machismo and fast beating heart).
There were two other guys I remember having saved me and had my heart set on its highest level of *crushing. One held me in place when the car took a wild swerve (that sleepless night, I remember sending a text to *Lingy: Did you know what *mister* did to me?!) and the other was when I was once again in a *charm & flirt induced conversation and almost stepped into a drain. Of course, the gentleman saved me from being literally in the ditch.
Today's situation was a little different: it was yoga class and my knight was the yoga instructor. After 2-3 times a week yoga classes, I think he knows I have relatively weaker arms (than the rest of the class) and I have relatively bad balance (than the rest of the class... I think you understand my bitterness by now).
He wanted us to try this (with straight hands). He knew my weaknesses so he came to lift me into the position by my waist. The posture is feels wonderful as it opens and relaxes the back muscles beautifully. But just when I started to enjoy the stretch, the instructor took his hands off and left to attend other students and my weak arms started to wobble.
I couldn't exactly drop and fall and I felt almost frozen. Most definitely, I was stuck! Automatically, I softly cried out I'm scared and a pair of strong hands came to hold me back into position. The worst part wasn't over yet as I was now panicking and he had to talk me out of the position (que: display of male machismo). I was *saved.
Yea... and the soothing voice also said: No need to be scared. Que: charming smile.
Hehe... no, I'm not falling for my instructor. I guess I'm having a big time school girl crush on him. To turn things to a really positive side, I will definitely be motivated to go for more yoga classes now. =)
I'm already in love. And madly, head-over-heels at that. My *Gallant will be back to Singapore in a few short days and I'm already thinking of ways to get out of work early to spend more time with him.
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First day of work starts tomorrow! Wish me luck. =)
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