I've always joked about how I've never dated guys (seeing as how I'm going to be 23 this year I might need to start referring to them as 'men', but I really don't want to..) in Kuala Lumpur. They don't like me, I'm too fat for them - both very true things - but things that don't bother me entirely. I have gone on one discernible date date, and a couple other things with friends of friends. The date date I decided not to pursue because it was just before I moved to London, and he was a bit too tanned for my liking. The friends of friends things I later wondered about, being unsure whether they were date things or friend things, but we ended up being friends.
So it ends up that the only guy I've gone out with in KL is Andrew when he was visiting, which I thought briefly about earlier, when I remembered a time I felt really sick and puked on him on a bus HAHAHA. This led to my realization that I have no bad memories of a guy in Kuala Lumpur.
There are no train stations I stood outside of crying, no bars I went to with them & another girl they ended up sleeping with behind my back, no favourite streets ruined by the memory of strolling down with them, no tourist hotspots tainted, no emotionally-loaded supermarket runs, no shared food products, no midnight bus stop dawdling, no pictures taken in my home city, no emotional baggage whatsoever. This is really a fantastic thing. I love it. I love that no boy has been to my house, pawing at me and spewing insincerity. My house and my city are completely douche-free. While I'm not going to intentionally refuse to date someone great based on this, it's unlikely to change because I'm still based in London. There is a God!
