"This is going to be a weird night." I thought to myself as I looked around me. Children of ages ranging 12-16 were standing and chattering about, wearing next to nothing on a very cold monday night. Temperature was as low as 4 degrees and most of the girls had only bikini tops and bottoms on, the boys, shorts and tanks. I was fully clothed with a jacket on and my becky was still freezing. I shook my head and walked into the building.
"Julie, there you are." My friend Rebecca called out as she walked towards me with arms open for a hug. I plastered a huge smile on my face and hugged her while scanning the room with my enthusiasm dropping further, "this is definitely not good." I thought to myself. Rebecca and I have been friends since college and this whole shindig was her idea for spending new year’s eve. She had called a week back informing me that we were going to be traveling out of state to this great new year’s eve party with Jeff, her boyfriend and some of their friends, and had assured me that there would be loads of Michael Ealy's around. That was the convincing point for me.
As a single 27 year old, my parents were already stylishly asking the dreadful question. They'd say things like "We are so proud of you and your accomplishments. Your degree, your job and how well you've settled yourself" and at this point, I already knew what was to follow.."All that is left is a good husband that deserves you and would love you. We've asked God to send that man, FAST!" My response is always the same.."Amen oooo, na God hand e dey!"..{shaking my head}. So yes, I jumped at the opportunity of making myself available to the Ealy's of this world on the off chance that I get found.
But there I was, feeling like a chaperone at a prom party with the theme 'Be naked'. I pulled out of Becca's hug, held her at arm’s length and looked her over. "Giiirrrl, you look amazing" I said and grinned at her. Becca is beautiful and she definitely knows how to wear her clothes. "So do you love." she responded and hugged me again. "Come, let me introduce you to everyone." she said as she dragged me towards the group I then noticed at the corner of the waiting room.
That was when I saw him.
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"Julie, there you are." My friend Rebecca called out as she walked towards me with arms open for a hug. I plastered a huge smile on my face and hugged her while scanning the room with my enthusiasm dropping further, "this is definitely not good." I thought to myself. Rebecca and I have been friends since college and this whole shindig was her idea for spending new year’s eve. She had called a week back informing me that we were going to be traveling out of state to this great new year’s eve party with Jeff, her boyfriend and some of their friends, and had assured me that there would be loads of Michael Ealy's around. That was the convincing point for me.
As a single 27 year old, my parents were already stylishly asking the dreadful question. They'd say things like "We are so proud of you and your accomplishments. Your degree, your job and how well you've settled yourself" and at this point, I already knew what was to follow.."All that is left is a good husband that deserves you and would love you. We've asked God to send that man, FAST!" My response is always the same.."Amen oooo, na God hand e dey!"..{shaking my head}. So yes, I jumped at the opportunity of making myself available to the Ealy's of this world on the off chance that I get found.
But there I was, feeling like a chaperone at a prom party with the theme 'Be naked'. I pulled out of Becca's hug, held her at arm’s length and looked her over. "Giiirrrl, you look amazing" I said and grinned at her. Becca is beautiful and she definitely knows how to wear her clothes. "So do you love." she responded and hugged me again. "Come, let me introduce you to everyone." she said as she dragged me towards the group I then noticed at the corner of the waiting room.
That was when I saw him.
Photo courtesy google.com
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