Joshua Wants to Read My Blog

I don't think I've ever felt so "compelled" to write, even as I draw up blank, staring at my monitor for what is going on 40 mins now. (Ok, I've been much distracted by what I actually ought to be doing, which is work. & making snack runs for heavily preggers Mrs. Boss).

Did anyone (not) watch the Nigeria-Greece match yesterday?? Was I truly the only one who thought the perfect round-up to a good laugh would be ice-cream??? If there is one thing we do not lack in this country, its our ability to hope even under the most adverse of conditions (the disappointed faces here after the match could have been carved in granite). And that's not a bad thing. In fact, I think the only thing we have which can compete with the collective Nigerian Hope is our ability to continually swallow the the utter bollocks dished out by our leaders, with no regard whatsoever that they're pissing on us in broad daylight sans the decency of lying to us that its rain.

Did I mention I'm officially in like again?
**cue eyeroll**
Yes, I know, I know.

I really don't know how to build up to this so I'll just say it.

I have a boyfriend.

I rather like saying that. Or thinking it. It's especially funny that no one believes it when I first say it. In fact, I think I'll write it again.

I have a boyfriend.

I'll try not to wear this one out.

Initial reactions so far are varied: Crimson fair screamed her head off, Fifi had goggled eyes (which isn't quite abnormal), and O'Weezay jumped up a jig while repeating "Thank you, Jesus". I'd have shared her euphoria if she didn't have her arm around my neck in a gridlock.... But honestly, you guys have been heckling me on getting a man-friend for ages - why is it so surprising that I did? (Because I went and did it all on my own...?)

Fine, I'll admit it wasn't all on my own. Actually it was mostly on his own. There was barely any initiative on my part, and I was very comfortable being old-fashioned and letting the boy do the work. I didn't suffer him or anything. Just invited him to sit through a Bollywood movie with me. In the theatre. For that alone, I knew he was at least interested in me somewhat. Or he's a closet Indie-film watcher. Besides, it's not really work is it, if you're enjoying yourself... is it?

So he makes me smile/laugh (+50), he's Christian, dwarfs me even in heels, and seems clear on what he wants with me. Just when I was beginning to think that my short list of wants was unrealistic, it turns out I'm not defective goods incapable of liking a guy. I think I was beginning to wonder about that.

Too bad his leave ended and he had to get back to Lagos (yes, the proverbial K-leg). Who'd have thought that after all my hot air on the long distance thing, I'd jump smack into it. But hey, Lagos is just down there, as opposed to UK and Nigeria. Hmm....

So in recap,

i) My e-pal asked me out, and now I'm his girlfriend. :">

ii) I dare say I rather like this one.

iii) He kissed me. Now kissing and telling, quite frankly, is gross, but this brova can snog for Nigeria.

*sigh*

***I'm strongly contemplating putting up a placard at my desk which reads "Do Not Flirt With Front Desk. We Are Not Here To Help You Pass Time. Read A Mag or Window Shop. Thank You***

Gads. I could do with a nap just about now. Alas, I've 4 more hours to go till closing. Joy. A silver lining could be more time on my hands to scheme on sneaky ways to snooze....