Of The ELDDS Chalet, or I'll Tell It To You Directly - What This World Lacks Is Subtlety

I am sorely disappointed in the severe lack of subtlety in this world, as evident in the microcosm that is the ELDDA chalet...

Note : For the safety and privacy of the specimens involved, names have been removed.

Couple A took a rather conservative approach to courtship, relative to Guy B, by hooking appendages and trotting down Changi Village at 2am. It was a romantic walk along the lines separating Ying and Yang, with a pleasant view of the residential denizens threading that very fine line. This lovely pair's relationship lasted an amazing 10 hours. It wasn't quite scandalous enough, though.

Everything, including nausea-evoking crimson NJ ties, one of which i regrettably had to leash around the snaky length of my neck for the whole duration of Hot Date With Econs. Yes, even that. Everything pales in comparison to the actions of Guy B in his role as the epitome of stealth deficiency, the master of blatant courtship, the infernal penetrator of the boundaries of straightforwardness, the professional exhibist of anti-modesty, the atypical typical open-book, the expert concealer of nothing at all, the remarkable adept of single entendres. He was a very messiah in the facilitation of miracles via blindness- and deafness- curing raucous displays of affections. It didn't mmatter that I hadn't a pebble to hide under during this explosion of mind-numbing openness - a half-mile-wide slate of granite would hardly have fazed the traumatizing onslaught of witnessing this act.

For those who didn't go for the chalet : You didn't miss anything, so there's nothing to tell anyway.