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Mind spilling the tea on the other nine heartthrobs who’ve made it to your esteemed list? I’m all ears and ready to swoon! 😄

Oh, Boston, forever seeking the quick thrill in clandestine restroom rendezvous, yet missing out on the full banquet of flavors that a hearty feast of intimacy offers. He rushes through the menu, oblivious to the zest that lingers beyond a fleeting taste.

I share your skepticism towards Top, and like you, I've been vocal about my distaste for his character more than once. However, I have to give credit where it's due. Top did one thing right. He continually shared his vulnerabilities with Mew. That moment by the fire truck, where he delved into his childhood traumas and thanked Mew for being his compass, showed a level of openness. Even though I dislike him, he made me see his gradual progression towards being honest and willing to be vulnerable in front of Mew.

Now, what about Ton? His moment of vulnerability only came when he was deserted by all but Nick (in Episode 11). I was clapping in joy at that moment. But then he went on to cheat in the club right in front of Nick and later had the audacity to justify it. It's hard to ignore that despite having more personal charm than Top, in the end, he fell short by a mile. Ton's occasional display of vulnerability seemed reactionary rather than a true willingness to change, which is where I feel Top had an edge, albeit a small one.

Samantha (in Sex and the City) is the high-heeled powerhouse of loyalty in a world where Bostons and Tons often trip over their own deceit. Samantha, with her cocktail of honesty and a dash of fabulous, shows us that you can explore the vast seas of desire without sinking the ships of friendship and trust. Unlike our dear Ton, who seems to have set sail with a map of manipulation, leaving a trail of heartbreak in his wake. Sexual liberation should be a joyous parade, not a deceptive masquerade, darling!

Oh, what a poetic spin on a hostel's name! It's like finding deep life lessons in the label of a cereal box. Now every time I hear "Only Friends Stay," I'll picture a sage old innkeeper imparting the wisdom of the ages to transient travelers over a cup of stale coffee. Cheers to the unanticipated philosophy nestled within the quirky crannies of hostel names!

Boston let me down, and he’s no Samantha from Sex and the City. While his actions left a dent in the hearts of many around him, Samantha, with her unapologetic zest for life, was the epitome of a loyal friend amidst a whirlpool of romantic adventures.

Diving into the ocean of Samantha’s worldview, one swims against the currents of monogamy, but with the vibrant corals of camaraderie always in sight. Her sexual ethos, a playground of exploration and freedom, was a realm sans judgement. It was a doctrine of self-love, a sermon of self-exploration, and a voyage into the uncharted waters of desire. Yet, amidst the untamed waves, Samantha was a lighthouse of loyalty for her friends, always there with a witty quip to lift the spirits and a shoulder ready for the tears that sometimes accompany the trials and tribulations of love.

She was the maestro of living life on her own terms, a harbinger of the ‘no strings attached’ philosophy. Yet, her heartstrings were always tuned to the melody of friendship. While Boston stumbled on the cobblestones of commitment, hurting those he purported to care for, Samantha danced through the lanes of love with grace, ensuring her friendships remained unscathed.

Her mantra was simple: explore, enjoy, and be there for the ones who matter. A lesson Boston could surely take a leaf from. Samantha’s narrative wasn’t just a tale of sexual liberation; it was a saga of undying friendship amidst the euphoria and heartbreak that love often throws our way.

In the grand theatre of life, where relationships are the acts that enthrall the audience, Samantha played her part with a blend of audacity and affection, setting the stage ablaze while keeping the co-stars of her life tightly in her embrace.

After witnessing the grand finale, I found myself seeking solace in a pint at a nearby pub. Oh, the scene that unfolded as Mixx made his grand entrance! A lineup of welcoming faces shouted in unison, “Welcome to Only Friends Stay!” Who on earth would name a hostel “Only Friends Stay”?

The name started marinating in my thoughts, stewing a broth of absurdity. Only Friends Stay? What’s next? Only One Night Stands? The more I mulled over it, the quirkier it seemed.

The literal meaning of “Only Friends Stay” suggests an exclusive club where only friendships forged prior are celebrated. A hostel, on the other hand, is a haven for transient acquaintances, a melting pot of cultures. It’s a place where friendships blossom from brief encounters.

The ambiguity of the name also tickled my nerves. Was it a formal lodging space or a hideaway for a close-knit circle of friends? The name left much to the imagination but provided little clarity.

Moreover, the linguistic smoothness seemed to have hit a rough patch. Unlike the conventional hostel names like “City Center Hostel” or “Sunny Bay Inn” which were self-explanatory and rolled off the tongue with ease, “Only Friends Stay” felt like a linguistic hiccup.

And oh, the innuendos that the name could spin off! Only One Night Stands, indeed! It was like opening a can of cheeky worms ready to wriggle into the humorous corners of one’s mind.

Every utterance of “Only Friends Stay” now brings a smirk to my face, a quirky tale engraved in my memory. The name might have its odd charm, but it surely leaves one with an amusing narrative to recount.

Oh, seems like my words have a touch of charm, but fret not, it's all in a day’s rapport!

Oh, trust me, navigating through the maze of my words is like a fun ride at an amusement park. Sometimes a little topsy-turvy, but always leading to an exhilarating finish! 🎢

Recall the chaos of the Halloween bash just a short while ago? Fast forward 61 days, and it's December 31st. The two-month span feels neither long nor short, yet every narrative of it brings a twinge of unfairness for Nick, given his fleeting sweet moments with Boston maybe lasted just a few days. Yet, simultaneously, I swell with pride as he strides forward.

The last episode's final moments tag February 2024. I sincerely hope that come Valentine's Day, Nick isn't alone.

I fancy roller coasters for the adrenaline rush, snug in the knowledge that I'm harnessed in safety. Similarly, I'm smitten with Only Friends for its whirlpool of drama and messy entanglements, all while my heart stays tethered to monogamy amidst the mayhem. It's like savoring the storm from the cozy comfort of a steadfast ship.

Murder? Well, there's gotta be a motive trailing behind that dark deed!

From now on, every jaunt from the bar to the loo will feature a replay of him and Boeing playing tango in the turmoil. Oh, the imagery!

I've always had a knack for seeing things from Boston's lens, but today he really rustled my jimmies. With Nick still on the scene, he gets tangled up with Boeing. Someone better sell me on why this charade of his is okay!

Let's put it this way! From a spectator's stance, what grinds my gears about Boston is that with Nick right there on the scene, he dives into dalliances with others. Oh, the audacity!

The mere whisper of a cocktail, and his true colors burst out, followed by a rendezvous in the restroom. Honestly, he's got a knack for addiction, doesn't he?

yes I believe so hun

What Nick spilled to Boston in the end is exactly the script my heart would recite too.

I'm not sure if Nick ever blended in with the crowd, but post tonight, I officially endorse any good man's pursuit of him. The lad deserves a dash of charm amid the chaos.

I'd say it's not just Ray who needs to put a cork in the bottle, but Boston too. The moment he sidles up to the bar, it's as if his lower half takes over the brainstorming session.