I do not know if any one can actually ever tell from here,
But I am so socially awkward.
In terms of meeting men.
Feel's like I started out waay to early- got into a long ass relationship AND just fell off.
So now that I have to entertain toasters- It freaks me out just a little bit.
Anyways over the longggg weekend, My friend suggested I journey all the way to surulere in the rain
to get my laundry done.
[ side bar- I need a personal assistant, because works takes all of my living moments].
Anyway, So I packed my laundry of four weeks[ Clearly One has waaay too many clothes].
And headed to the laundromart in Suru-lere.
So I got there and there was a long queue.
So I waited. And waited and eventually asides a little drama, my turn came and I popped my clothes into the machine.
A young man came up to me to talk to me and it was the most uncomfortable thing ever.
Because I have decided not to entertain time wasters - and Because I have waaay too many number saved on my phone in dodgy variations of "DontPick", "No news", Old News" and one "Ferrari- different story".
I generally just collect the numbers and never call.
But this young man was adamant- SO DAMN PERSISTENT.
Coupled with the fact that I did not want to be rude and shut him down like I would have if I was on the Island- No shade to the mainlanders, But y'all know that the Toasting MO is different and I wasn't ready to chop slap from one omo surulere.
I was just jejely blushing and saying thank you to all his compliments while moving back everytime he attempted to invade my personal space- Because Ebola, Not that I am rude.
Luckily for me, my friend showed up after making me wait for 2 hours and then we ran away to buy Ice- cream from cold stone- HELLO JEDI JEDI IN A CUP.
The ice-cream at cold stone is so full of indulgence. In a good way off course.
Anyway I came back to get my laundry and my " Toaster" was waiting for me.
Eventually he left but not before giving the lady at the front desk a note for me with his number, the prettiest illegible handwriting and the worst abbreviations ever[ because I have a thing for perfect vocabulary].
When I got the note- my friend- who must be a demon.
Looked at it. hissed. ripped it up and told the front desk girl in verbatim- If they sent you, tell them you did not see us at home.
A little bit of me always feels bad when I have to turn down someone's advances.
Because I am a go-getter and I put myself out there a lot. [ Although I have learnt not to take rejection personal]
Bottom line is this- Is there any decent way to just say no to young men without coming off as offensive.
It might not seem like it- BUT I hate being rude/ or lacing men with an attitude just because they want to "get to know me better".
I also hate women who are rude to men that toast them.
However, there are exceptions- YORUBA BOYS.
Curve them all you want. I do not care- According to my friend [ friend used loosely here]
Ore can not tuck in her disdain for Yoruba boys.
To be honest. I can, but they just rub me the wrong way.
This post is getting long so I wont tell you guys what happened to me at the event I attened over the weekend.
But how have you guys been?
Work has been slaying me so badly. I can not believe I am saying this BUT I want to go to Abuja man.
I need a break.