The Book of Literary H'Enjoyment.

D is for Diary of a Serial Dater pt 4.

Sigh.

ChengCheng, oh ChengCheng.

I sighed as I stared at the bank alert on my phone.

It was a $30,000 cash transfer followed by a "Go spoil yourself." sent after it.

Th old Rita would have been ecstatic and rushed to the nearest mall to buy a whole new wardrobe, but after three failed relationships, and one which really opened my eyes, I could see that I was ruining my life.

And it annoyed me greatly.

Oh my God, why is this entry sounding so melancholic?

Hey diary, it's Rita again, and I'm here to make you privy once more, to my latest relationship(?) failure.

After the whole Felix saga, I was a bit scared to enter another relationship as I wasn't really ready for that whole stress again, and then ChengCheng waltzed into my life, oh no, let me rephrase that, he rode his Rolls Royce into my life.

The glitz, the glamour, the wealthy lifestyle, I wanted it all, and I honestly felt like this was my chance.

I know, I know, I sound like a major gold digger, but c'mon it's not everyday that you meet a nice guy who drives a Rolls Royce, owns a Mediterranean style home in Busan that overlooked the sea, and he's interested in you.

Oh yes, I haven't spoken on how we met yet.

You see, I'm an interior decorator, and yeah sometimes I got some nice contracts, but this was the first time that I ever got a contract this huge and worth over a billion Won.

Apparently, he found me Instagram.

Yes, he found me. Not his assistant or some intern that he tasked with finding an interior decorator.

He stumbled across my work on my page, and loved it so much that he called me to design his newest home in Busan that he was moving into from Beijing.

"I honestly love what you've done with this place." He complimented a day after I was done with the finishing touches.

"Thank you." I said back with a proud smile, this was my greatest project yet, and I was incredibly proud of myself.

I could really use a nice night from Wooseok as a congratulatory present to myse — Jesus Christ! Perish the thought!

You see, this is the problem with me.

I know that something is bad for me, but I still want it.

On days when I felt like lust was going to swallow me up, I found myself holding my phone and my thumb threatening to tap the call icon on Wooseok's contact.

When I was hungry and extremely lazy to cook, my mind wandered to Felix.

Was this selfishness?

I only wanted them back in my life for a very brief period so I could be satisfied, it was wrong, and I soon had to delete both their contacts for my own sanity.

"Would you like me to show you around and tell you what I've done with your space?" I asked, still gleaming with pride, and my mouth almost tearing from smiling so wide.

"Please do." He responded following me.

And just like that, magic happened.

You know that weird and totally unrealistic thing that happens in movies when the male and female lead walk together and stare into each other's eyes, telepathically communicating their admiration for each other through their eyes?