Last night my friend came over and she's one of these evil lot that don't believe in being sick and bed rest. She needed to go do something and needed company. I was still woozy from the drugs but it wasn't so bad, besides when she told me that there's this barbecue place where they do burgers, grilled chicken/turkey, turkey gizzard (never heard of those before yesterday), grilled seafood and all, I suddenly began to feel my head get clearer and my limbs get stronger.
So on we went to this place. It's this cozy quaint place somewhere around. The minute we walked in I saw him. Indulge my fascination with matters of the heart, or the loins or whatever, LOL, it's just the way I'm wired, not much I can do about it.
Yeah, so there he was; all 6ft1 of him, tall and almost lanky, with the nerd glasses, then he spake and his intonation was positively pleasantly Bri-ish. I'm like dude, what are you? My fantasy come to life??? He owns the place and came to welcome us in, then he and I had a back and forth exchange, asked my name and told me his, and we chatted for a bit while a waiter took our orders.
The minute he stepped away my friend said "I can see what's going on right here". I asked the chica what she meant and she stated that our chemistry was almost burning up the whole place, and that our flirting was beyond PG 13. I was a bit embarassed, yeah I knew we flirted a bit but I hadn't expected anyone to notice, besides it wasn't intentional, it just happened. Well, like she said we did have some insane, intense chemistry.
When our order was ready we got up to go. Mr Perfect bade me farewell and I promised to be back next weekend (Uju Beibe, take note). We walked to the car and my friend says he came outside and watched us leave. "I think he's in love with you." She said, I was already making a mental note to return to this joint sooner, during the week, and explore that chemistry further when she added "Such a shame that he's married."
"Ahn ahn, you didn't see the wedding ring?"
Errr, no. If I did I wouldn't have carried on with the 'flirting', I wouldn't have carried on with the day dreaming that starts in a single woman's head immediately she meets a prospective 'The One'. I wouldn't have let my gazes and smiles linger longer than was necessary!
Why haven't I learnt to make it a habit to check men's ring fingers? I can't count the number of men I've met once, only to be subsequently asked if he's married and I absolutely had no clue just because I didn't let my eyes wander and search. Oh well... Another one bites the dust. LOL.
My question though is for the wives of these Adonis. How do you go about your day without going into cardiac arrest at the thoughts of what's happening with your husband? How do you not put a leash on him to keep me from wandering to the wrong places? How do you not have daily mobile-cam that follows him around just so you can be sure that all these Lagos gehs keep their hands off him? How do you keep the fear and worry at bay knowing that your hubby is every woman's fantasy and some women have no regards for a man's marital status? How do you women do it, worse yet when you know he's not only hot, he's also got this natural charm that's particularly appealing?
Like, How does Boris Kodjoe's wife feel when she hears or reads what some thirsty women want him to do to their bodies? Or how did Jumobi Adegbesan feel when RMD was this sex symbol that women just couldn't get enough of? I often wonder how my friend *Sola feels about her stud of a hubby; does she feel proud to be his Mrs or is the pride tinged with fear and worry?
Sometimes I honestly wonder if I can marry someone that hot. I mean, even average men get disturbed by women outside regularly, how much more one that looks like a younger, taller Taye Diggs?