Sometimes i lay on my bed deep in the night engrossed in deep thoughts, it's not about what i wanna wear to work the next day or how much i should send my mum this end month, no, i think about a companion, like how it would feel like to have someone lie there next to me, would i be bored and so grossed out by their snorring ad wanna shoot myself, or would i love it, the warm body next to me, the feeling of security from a man i trust and love? Sometimes i try to picture how my soulmate is like, wherever he is, snorting coke, on top of another woman, fishing, running, 6 foot under, wherever. He would be tall, handsome, charming, loving, generous, respectful, but let's face it, he's probably some egotistical jerk who has no respect for anyone else, is selfish and irresponsible, why would i be in a hurry to meet this asshole, please God, take your time, make him crawl if you can, i could be old with my eyesight and hearing aid lost when he gets here so i don't have to deal with the fella, i mean what is he gonna do, right?
Time flies, my age would tell you that, a few more months and al be climbing up the ladder into the limelight of the womanhood. My mum doesn't tell me, but i know she thinks, 'why isn't my daughter meeting anyone or getting married, is there something wrong with her?' Just the other day she called me telling me that my cousin was pregnant and had met someone already, i was like 'oh good for her, let's see how that goes'. Well i have got news for you mummy, i meet a lot of people, they just dont have what i want, yes and she would also tell me that my being picky will eventually leave me lonely and alone as i grow old, thinking she might be right on that one. But i get bored fast, and when i do, i run, or i just stop picking your calls and returning your texts, so i have to make sure that when i meet this dude, he's someone am immensely attracted to and won't get bored with him faster than lightning, that's just it. I do not like pressure am not a fan, and al never be. It's pressure from family and friends that make us think irrationally, it makes you marry the wrong guy just because he's convenient enough, it makes you get pregnant when you are not ready with some womaniser you feel nothing for, then afterwards it turns you into a bitter, selfish and a bad mother. So yes, i will wait, no matter how long it takes, when he gets here, i will know, and so will you, assuming we'll still be friends, and assuming that's what we are now... Happy Singlehood.
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