It is COLD. As in, I thought I knew what it was to be cold but today proved me wrong. I believe the temperature was 6 degrees with high winds. My week just did not start off on the right note at all. I set my alarm to get me up in time for my flight out to CT to Monday...only thing was I forgot to turn it on. I got up at 6.50- my flight was at 7.45.
So I rushed to the airport thinking I'll get on the next flight out. WHY WERE ALL THE US AIRWAYS KIOSKS NOT WORKING AND THERE WERE LINES AS IF PEOPLE WERE TRYING TO GET INTO THE PEARLY GATES?? Hmm. apparently, US Airways tried to upgrade their system over the weekend and instead it shut their systems down. I was in line for an hour and a half. By the time I got to the counter, my flight was gone and the next flight was about to take off. I left Queen City at 2.20 for CT.
So I thought the horrible delay and flight was behind me. How about when I got Hertz, they gave me a Chevy. Okay, say I’m being a little choosy but I'm a Ford chick through and through(at least when it comes to American car makers). That and the fact that Chevys are horrible cars to drive. But I digress. The worst part was that I couldn't figure out how to turn off the emergency break? Don't laff! The handle was not where it was supposed to be and I had run back out in the cold and the snow to the office to get someone to help--Only for me to figure it out before the lady came to my car.
So, I missed my exit to the hotel and was near tears as I tried to get back to the main road.
Just to end this on a high note, my week is slowly improving J
Okay, so people gather round oh. News broadcast!! In case you didn’t know, I am a HOT chick oh- to White Guys!
Hehe, okay. It has been a tinney weeney dream of mine to find a half white half Naija guy to sweep me off my feet or an Italian brother with a low cut to bring me a cool glass of water in the hot sun. But all those dreams never came true...in short, it seemed that the opposite race did not find me attractive at all. The only ones that looked my way, I did not have an ounce of attraction for.
Man #1
All of a sudden, I went on a Ski trip and meet this attractive ski instructor. After teaching me how to ski, he took me aside and asked if I wanted ski lessons- as in under the table lessons. I was like “sure.” But I knew he wanted more than that. I have never heard of someone collecting someone’s number just to arrange the lessons when it was done through the skiing office. Anyway, I couldn’t make the lessons and didn’t hear from him in about 2 weeks. All of a sudden he calls me up and wants me to come down for the lesson- half off, ¾ off and so on and so forth. I couldn’t make that either, so he is coming up to see moi- of course under the guise that he is bringing a friend up here for some reason. Hmm. E get as e bi oh. We are meeting at a cafĂ© of my choosing- just in case I turn out to be a crazy chick or vice versa.
Man #2
This is one long time no see, like what I see (maybe) story. I went on a white water rafting trip with my colleagues at work and apparently I had made such an impression that he remembered me. I on the other hand barely did. So, we met again at a partner luncheon and I say next to him. I thoroughly enjoyed our banter. He could keep up with my wit and smart statements. So he hands me his card and says to keep in touch. I send him an email with literally 4 sentences
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I don’t know what to say
But I’m emailing youuu
Lol, what? It’s funny
He wrote back a paragraph. I spoke to him once over the weekend and we are scheduled to watch a Naija movie when I get back home. Hmmm.
So, I wonder, should I take a chance and date someone of a different race (I say different race because I've dated other Africans).
On another note, a dear friend of mine was done with a virus over the weekend. Please pray for a complete recovery. Now this friend of mine- His story!!! I think I may have already blogged about him. I need to pray more and it’s not about health.
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
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