"Did you two have some sort of history?"
"Of course not!" i vehemently denied what to me was starkly obvious. "We were friends, nothing more." She probably didn't realize how i had referred to him in the past tense. "Well, maybe he thought differently, maybe he thought there was something going on between you two, that you had feelings for him or something," my friend suggested.
"But why would he think that?" i demanded. "I have never ever given him the impression that he was anything to me except a friend." I didn't know where exactly our discussion was leading to, but i had a really bad feeling about where it was gonna end.
"Hmmm..." She paused for what i can only assume was for added dramatic effect. "I don't want to be brutally honest, and you might not realize this yourself," she continued cautiously. "But you sorta have this tendency to be a little 'manja' sometimes. People might misunderstand."
What the...???
Oh, for feck sake. I give up. Nothing i do seems to be right. First I'm that fierce, cold, unapproachable girl who could kill a ferocious man-eating Siberian tiger with a mere stare (read this). Now I'm a manja/gedik girl who entices men and make them go gaga over me without even trying???
Pftt. Why do i even bother?
p/s: If really had that magic girl-power to entice men, Mr Vampire would have noticed me by now.
