I’ve decided that I will no longer care what gender* my future partner is, as long as they aren’t afraid of insects of most sizes, and are always willing to do something about it without teasing me while I cower in the corner. That’d not be Dad, by the way, as he was kind of pissed off when Mum woke him from his nap, to realise that the “thing” I was so scared of was only a little moth sitting in front of my door. Understandable, why Dad wasn’t happy, but I couldn’t help myself either.

And if I do decide to look for a partner in Hong Kong; judging from the number of girls who have a similar level of entomophobia like I do… I think I might just end up with a guy.

*Gender — or species, for that matter…