I had the craziest idea while creating this blog: that I could meet this person on WordPress! 😆 I was like, “What?! 😂😂 Nah, you play too much!”
But, seriously, 😩 how many of us “unmarried” or just single people ask ourselves this question a gajillion times? 😂 I do! 🙋🏾 Frankly, I’m tired of imagining. 😂 Some days, I think I’m just high on oestrogen and I just want to meet him already. Other days, I’m like, “Bruh, wherever you are, stay there or stay away!” 😆
See, I’ve got a very imaginative mind. I like to imagine all sorts of scenarios; the good, the bad, the ugly. 😄 But, I kind of like the suspense of waiting to see. Sometimes, I ask myself, “What if it’s someone I already know? What if it’s someone I haven’t met? What if it’s someone that I’ve sworn will never even find my heart on the map? What if it’s… who again? 🙄 It’s ok! Stop asking! 🙄” 😂
Jokes apart. Everywhere I go, and I see someone that I think has a great personality and can be eye candy — like Ozzy Agu or Adekunle Gold (Google them) –, I ask myself, “😀 What about this one?” 😂😂😂😂
I even took a Zimbio quiz to find out “where I will meet my soulmate”. 😫 I did it twice, because the first one said at a bar.
I’m sorry, this is one topic that I cannot be serious about. 😆 When I was in uni, I used to laugh at myself for being hopeless, since I never went out. 😆 I even took a Zimbio quiz to find out “where I will meet my soulmate”. 😫 I did it twice, because the first one said at a bar. Impossible for someone who never went out. 😆 The second one said on an airplane. 👀🤐
Meanwhile, one of my best friends tried, the whole time, to find me a guy. 😂 I found a fault to pick, in every single one. When my other friends would go out, I’d conveniently sit in my bed, with a glass of coconut rum and coke, or a cup of ice cream, or a box of pizza, or everything and a movie or series! My wall-mounted TV was right in front of my bed. And I had LED lights above my bed! Cinema time, every other day! 😂 The love I had for my bed was unreal. 😩 The only place I ever turned up at, was my very few friends’ (oh, because the rest are acquaintances 😂) house parties.
Let me briefly tell you about my (brain’s) fault-finding skills. 😆 Lord, help me! I went to an event a couple of weeks ago. The MC (Master of Ceremonies) at the event was as hilarious as you’d love them to be. He was slim, a good dresser, nothing wrong.. or so I thought. P.S.: I like to blame this fault-finding attribute on my brain. It’s just not ready accommodate thinking about someone else. 😐 So, this MC walked in my direction and this was the conversation in my head:
Me: What is wrong with this one, now? 🙄
Brain: Have you seen his teeth? 🙄 How can you expect me to kiss that? 😑
Honestly, I am tired. 😪 Sometimes, I think I should just leave my brain behind, when I’m going out. 😒
At the end of the day — seriously, jokes apart 😄 –, I know my heritage as a child of God, and I am confident in the knowledge that, consequently, I won’t end up with “tresh” or the wrong person (based on the important stuff, not the teeth 😂).
P.S. Topic for another day: Parameters of attraction. So, you know that I can bypass the teeth and all the other faults, because me, too, I have my own. 😂😂