I plan to quit drinking, one less drink at a time.
Apparently the fad nowadays is to drink Poland Spring at the club.
Well slap me with a jug and call me Nyambura…Im In!!
Was out and about this last weekend, after promising myself that i will not show up anywhere where i may run into “my lover”. Ha!! I laugh now!!
His bro called me on friday on his way to my lover’s for a drink to ask me what’s good, read: we need to go for another drinking sequel. I came up with tales from the crypt of how i gotta work extra hours at work over the weekend, bla bla bla…
quick someone give me their child to babysit on saturday for a nominal fee.
Then on saturday around 10pm he sends me a text, telling me that he’s thinking about me. I was like EH?!!
I mean, i wish that it was his brother who was telling me that and not him. I tell you if this nucca would style up, we would be making love more than war- coz we are always fighting about some crazy ish that don’t make sense.
So anyway, i down played those texts and then when i told him that i was stepping to go out. He then asks me if i want company…oh hell no!!
I don’t need no married with children man on my ass all damn night. He was disappointed.
Oh well…I’m now in the ministry of breaking hearts.
I get to the club and low and behold, my lover’s present. Crap!!
Now i gotta straiten up my act- read: no falling out from all the Grey Goose that i was planning on inhaling-damn!!
“Waiter, where my water at?!” Forget that, show me where the faucet be.
Here’s the weird thing about our ‘thing’:
Currently we are on the outs- (his fault of course, coz he’s got baggage like a mutha). But if he sees me getting chatted up or some dude getting too close (dancing or talking), he gets mad.
So he kept stalking me the whole night.(He would suddenly show up, standing 20feet away from me talking to some dude, pretending to be intune with their conversation but, his body is facing me and he’s stealing glances my way. Of course i’m checking him too out at the corner of my eye like: “Kula huu ndugu.”
I flip my hair, look at him and turn to the guy i’m talking to!)
Finally, i got tired of the game and went up and said “HI!”
He, in turned, acted so nonchalant like it was no biggie- i should taken out my high heels and smacked him!!…Then nursed him back to health. Damn that nucca!!
In other news, i’m done watching porn. I kid you not, either my supplier is a strait-up bum or i’m becoming asexual. Someone help me out.