Growing up has been one funny journey, interesting and simply explanatory. I used to think that by the time I turned 28, I would be married and had at least one bun in the oven.
My life has been one giant swing. I lived in Guildford for a while, and always said to myself, it didn't matter where I lived cause I am a beautiful, smart and good to be with typa lady. When the right man came along it didn't matter who he was, I would take the bull by the horn. Inside me I prayed silently that he would be black and strong. Most importantly Christian. Now the possibility of finding your IBM (Ideal Black Man) in Guildford is like filling a basket with water.
So after a lot of thought I moved to the glorious London in search of the best job, and my IBM. so far? Not a lot of luck. I am stuck with this frustratingly underpaid job, and a life of extreme loneliness.
I had barely started working when I set my eyes on a brother with unique features. Did a mental calculation of his future prospects and it looked darn well good to me. I had a plan, get to know the brotha, get under his skin and make us inseparable. As soon as I had begun to ask around, disappointment slapped me in the face without any other option but a one way ticket to never land. Not only was the brother in a long term relationship, he was gifted with the power of flirting... so not helpful to my tender heart
Anyways, that was not going to phase this headstrong sista on her mission to find love. So another brother came along, I started to think "yay!" Good prospects as well, same stupid plan like before only this time eliminate the asking around, get to him on a one2one basis, and strike.
With facebook on my side, I added the brotha on as a friend.... He is a baby daddy! Y'all know what that means huh? Baby Mama drama. I started to look at the positive side of it all. at least he doesn't have a string of babies, just the one.... Then he left the job on a short whim. So I'm thinking why on earth would he just go when I had just laid the ground work .
A week later, I found out he did not pass his probationary period err... what sort of prospects did I see there? I wonder.
So that's like two brothas down. frustrated with the fact that the brothas were becoming useless to me, I decided to extend once again the arm of friendship to anyone. not that I had withdrawn the arm before now.
So I met this dude at a friends leaving lunch. a bit too much grease on his head for his own good, and a curly sue with a side part (Like who has the time to slap on that much grease on their hair everyday?) Anyways, we sat down to lunch and that was when I noticed his beautiful smile. Immediately I saw babies, the gown, and probably a bid to rid him off that disgusting jar of grease he probably kept in his bathroom.
Now first thing was to casually but in a funny way enquire about his status... Single. Well with that much grease and a side part... not much of a surprise.
Goes to the gym... I like, he is very nice and bit of a calmie.... total contrast to my ever buzzing personality, but hey who's checking?
So I seek him out at work, like two days later and have a short conversation with him about WORK euww... he really does seem like a nice guy, but that grease....
So I am currently excited about going back to work tomoz, who knows what tomorrow holds?
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