Of one advert and another

My colleagues were discussing about the "availability" of a particular banker we know, until I happened to walk pass, overheard, and told them that the banker just "registered" last year. Faces crushed and fallen, they turned the focus of their incessant natter inhouse.

A few minutes later, I got this email from one of them, all ready to advertise for me:

Cicakwoman* (who is already married with a family) wrote:

No need to be shy. How about like this :
Truly Malaysian but speaks like an Englishman.
Strong passion for food & a flair for writing = a "pretty big" but still hmhmm "adorable" blogger.
Can sing and dance.
Strictly no alcohol .
Can gossip .

If you need to be dined (but not wined), entertained, love to communicate intelligently and also like juicy conversations, call AJ.

*more stories of cicakwoman may be found here, here and here.

I almost laughed out loud as another email subsequently came with a frightful picture (which I hope will never see the light of day). Instead, I sent back a picture taken recently from an outstation trip last Thursday (which I will blog about later):

Not that I am advertising of course ... Hahaha... But seriously, sometimes I wonder why all my married friends keep pestering their unmarried friends to quickly tie-the-knot, especially given all the jokes about married life (the one with the three rings? and numerous others), and how married life is usually not what is expected or as rosy as perceived. But seriously, no, I do not need to advertise already (ahem...) ... LOL!!!