So at work yesterday, I looked totally smashing in my coffee coloured stylishly cut suit…that is, until the zip on my skirt gave way!
I think what was most annoying is the fact that I’m not certain how long I walked about the office with my pink panties sticking out my behind. I got to know about it when my boss sent me a BB about the state of things.
Thank God my boss is a woman! But what about the chocolate coloured man with the British accent that came around for a meeting with his team? Did I go about hooking up the projector for the meeting with my fly down? And to think I am so flat behind!
Oh God!
Hopefully I’d never get to see him again so that should save me some embarrassment.
And if I do, well, I’m probably insignificant to him; probably not his type anyway…
Still he was gorgeous! His height, his rippling biceps showing through his suit, his complexion, his curly hair, his eyes behind his glasses…my goodness!
I started dreaming…
I looked hard at his fingers and couldn’t find any ring. Not that married men are in the habit of wearing rings these days.
I tried subtly hard to get him to look at me but if he did then his eyes have a rare talent of looking without even looking.
I think I’m running crazy with this man hunt thing...
Aren’t I good enough for any man?
Didn’t Kemi Adewuyi hook an American last year? And most would think of me as more beautiful than she! (Kemi has this nose that is so large any ant on it would think it was Mount Everest)
Oh, get over the envy gurl!
But seriously, what do men want?
I’m beautiful, averagely intelligent, can discuss football, God fearing, great sense of humour, can pound yam…
Why can’t they see me?!
PS: Really what do guys want?!!!!
