Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Seemingly out of my mind...

He first offered to give me a $20, 000 SUV
...and I said no...

now... a CLK Mercedes
... the answer is still no...

...I hate expectations...

Friday, July 18, 2008

Zion

...Turns out he's Grenadian... not Jamaican
...6ft 3 not 6ft 1...

Unlike Marley who's more of a 'pretty-boy' dread... Zion is the 'I-don't-eat-meat-and-every-other-day-spit-quasi-'conscious' phrases-about-the-state-of-the-world'...

Zion has a couple of tattoos... my favorite is the one of his neck(more because of it's placement than for the rubbish it actually says... )

Apparently, he's fascinated by the way I talk, my laugh... thinks I'm crazy and cute...

He's cool... but sometimes feels like an old character in a new book...
you know...

Taller than me.... CHECK
Sexy(actually make that sexy-as-hell)... CHECK
Gorgeous car... DOUBLE CHECK(dudes pushing FIRE!)
We laugh... CHECK

But I'm not sure he'd know what 'androgynous' means... or understand why I'd rather listen to Imogen Heap and Jill Scott than Styles P(though I'm sure Mr. P is a great gentleman...)
...he has, however, said he finds most things I do/say charming and unexpected...

I don't know how to explain it... but I somehow feel a little above it... sort of been-there-done-that ish...

He's really adorable sometimes... and in other times... he comes off as really intense.

I've had relations with his kind of guy in the past(I'm just not sure it's something I'm still excited about...)

He is really good company though... so in the meantime... we hang.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Snippets...

From last nights conversation...

2.00am
Marley: Ok.. but I need to know who this guy is... the guy who's taking up all my time...

Me: (laugh) What are you talking about?

Marley: On the real... who is he?

Me: I have no clue what you're talking about... besides you don't hear me asking you about any girls...

Marley: Overwhelmed Naija Babe(he always calls me by my first and last name...)when I have you... what else I need? It's you babe

Me: lol... right...

Marley: So... I'm listening...

Me: Nobody man... there are people who like me... but don't worry about it... it's you(right now)

Marley:...right... seriously though... tell em to keep off... I'm coming for what's mine...

2.45am...
Marley: I miss you babe

Me: miss u too ugly...

Marley: lol... there you go fronting again... you know you think I'm sexy...

Me: Sexy oshi wo? My friend go and sit down...

Marley: I'm too sexy for myself... everything sell off... Indomie boy...

Me: lmao... Indomie boy? lol... where the hell'd you get that one from... ridiculous... haha

Marley: haha... don't worry about that... but just be ready for it... very soon I'll be sending you some modeling pictures...

Me: Modeling? Who has been lying to you this boy? That person didn't tell you that cute guys are no longer in style? So while others are busy stacking their millions... you want to sit in front of a camera... twirling your dreadlocks and taking photographs... I see... pretty ricky buruku... lol... dont kill me...

Marley: lmao... haha... oh my gosh... haha

3.10am...
Marley: I miss your smile

Me: ahhhh(I'm silent cos I don't ant to think about the fact that I miss his smile)

Marley: I'd do anything to give you a hug right now...

Me: (smile and 'heart-sob')... ahhhhhhh

Marley is beyond adorable.... he's really silly and makes me laugh and he's gorgeous(just don't tell him I think so...) and really really nice. He talks and he listens and he is... the last guy I kissed...

BUT

I'm still reluctant to put a title on 'this'.. he's asked me to be his girlfriend numerous times... I never respond(ed)... the distance is still a problem...

I'm comfortable though... so in the meantime... it's anybodys game...
If I meet somebody I like(whos closer)... then so be it.

Next up: Sushi date with a friend tonight...
...and tomorrow I'll probably see the new dread(sexyass 6ft1 25 year old Jamaican guy with dreads for days... and perhaps the day after see Obiora... )

...Perhaps I already have what I'm looking for...

Friday, July 04, 2008

His is the name of kings...

…but for the purposes of this blog I’ll call him “Obiora”- it means ‘heart of the people’

…He’s 6ft 5 and quiet and straight and not-homophobic and nice…
Oh and get this… NIGERIAN!!!

He picked me up on Tuesday to see a movie and to watch the fireworks display…
I was super-pissed cos I’d slammed the door on my hand and broken 3 nails trying to bring in my laundry ( I love the look and smell of clothes drying outside in the summer…)

…that and he was late…

I gave him some grief… 'I make people wait not the other way around' I said
… he apologized…then laughed.

We get along very well… cos I make fun of him a lot and he GETS it… (and secretly loves it… but won’t admit it cos he probably thinks I’d stop…

what can I say... I’m excitingly disagreeable)

So we got to the fireworks just as it was ending…so we just went to the theater and watched ‘Wanted’.

He opened a few doors and waited for me to go in first…

He looked into my eyes a few times… held my drink a few times… put his hand around my shoulders a few times…

An hour and a bit later…the movie was over.

Good movie… good laughs… good conversation

He dropped me home… and as I kissed his cheek goodnight…
HE MOVED IN FOR THE LIPS

…ummm….

Why?

Why not?

No… why though?

You’re beautiful

…that explains it…

I had thought about the possibility of the kiss earlier… but his mouth looked a bit apologetic like it was already sorry for wrongs he hadn’t yet committed
…maybe it was the lighting…

He is a simple guy…

I’ve done strange, quirky, silly… even plain ol’ unacceptable…
…but never simple…

He wears simple clothes and drives a simple car… and his words are… simple.

He doesn’t look at me simply though

When I get home… I called my girls and said I thought we’d be great friends…

… I just spoke to him a few minutes ago… he said something really profound… like he could see me… I mean really really see me…

… perhaps this simple guy is not so simple afterall…

His is the name of kings