So that's how I went to the bank on Monday dressed to the nines, you know how some of us are power dressers only on Mondays... LOL. So there I was feeling good and heady like a corporate princess, with style and grace solely reserved for a prince... And when you're a single woman almost every situation or location is an opportunity or "possibility" to meet Prince Charming, so you bring your A game everywhere you go.
On some days I'm freaking Cleopatra, commanding the attention of all things male everywhere I go (*sneeze*) and on some days Harry Potter dumps his invisibility cloak on me and I'm simply... invisible.
Power dressing, style, grace and all, Monday was one of those days as not a second glance was given as the girl walked by.
Downtrodden, I walked back to my car; shoulders drooped, soul crushed, when I heard the magical words behind me "Excuse me please, Excuse me". Aha! I just knew it, it's never really over until it's over!
I turned back to see this man, perhaps in his mid thirties, rather ordinary albeit pleasant looking. He had a kind smile and I noticed his clothes seemed unusually neat.
"Errm, sorry, please are you married?" He asked hesitantly and I shook my head no. Encouraged, he continued
"I saw you inside, I was really attracted by your height. My name is Emmanuel, I'm from Abia state and I live in Ajah. I know it sounds funny but I really like you" he said we a cute chuckle. I smiled politely in response.
"Err, can I please give you my number?"
I was too relieved by the option of collecting his number and having the power to decide if I wanted to hear from him or not, that I failed to think how unusual it was, most men would insist on collecting your number to ensure they talk to you.
"Please make sure you call me please. I don't want to miss you. Wait please let me give you my WhatsApp number".
Now that's weird. Who's this person and what is he on about? I patiently collected the "WhatsApp number" and started itching to go.
"Please I will be expecting your call my dear, let us get to know each other... By the way, please I am a dry cleaner, please if you know anybody that needs a washer-man, I do home service too..."
Issokay, let me not rant. Please if you live in Ajah and you need a washer-man hola @ me for his number. *walks away*.
My aunt says "But Nwando there is dignity in labour. Besides the rich man today may be a begger tomorrow and a washer man may one day be an Otedola, or at least a very successful business man". Is it wrong that I don't want to wait to find out? Do you think my aunt is on to something, would you wait to find out?
And about that picture above, thoughts?