Worst way you have ever been dumped or dumped someone?

Still prepping for exams, so i'm pretty boring, I had two accidents this week less than 24hrs apart, nothing fatal, only thing damaged is my driving self esteem (Drove to work all careful like an 80year old woman today :(((  ), so not a lot is coming up here...

Anyways Question for the day

What is the worst way you have ever been dumped or dumped someone?

I'll start, my worst went this way, through a text actually " Well I have wanted to tell you this but I just liked you so much, however, I can't be in a serious relationship because I am leaving the country, I know I should have told you this an hour back when I was at your house".... Still don't believe he left the country, but wasn't bothered to find out. Good riddance

What's yours? share

When did we become so tolerant of the other woman?

Over the years, in what is a total paradigm shift from the values a lot of our mothers had, the "other woman" has become tolerable. I am not sure when along the way it happened, and no one remembered to send me a memo but it appears to now be the norm.

I always have some nagging urge to blatantly say "No babe, it is downright unacceptable", when my friends broach me on this subject, but you end up being the friend who likes to break up homes because she's not married yet.  People say if I was in those shoes I would feel differently.

Well Maybe.

However, no matter how much shame I would feel, I knew myself before I got married, my values remain my values, knowing my self-worth is what shapes every corner of my life and that is the core of me. To change now or later would be to deny who I have been for 27 years. While I am never an advocate for divorce, I have realized people do not change overnight.

A year back, my friend's boyfriend told her he was confused who to pick between her and two other girlfriends. Well she fought for "her man". Trouble is today they are married, and he's still seeing one of the other girls, who he has now rented an apartment for in Nigeria, and he's here half the year.

I've realised, the people who complain about there husbands or fiancé throwing some other woman in their face mostly had an inkling they were when they were dating. They were the ones who fought of five other girls to get their man. But the question is, if when you were dating there were five of you, why do you think today he would be satisfied with one. I have no doubt in my mind, everyone has an idea of things their partners are capable of in their subconscious, the trouble is a lot of us convince ourselves to believe some other truth that better suits our wants.

My mama has taught me, life is too short to jump into something you can't tolerate all your life, the sole reason for sharing your life with someone and giving up your freedom should be because they make you happier than anyone else in the world. Do not compromise your values or one day you would wish you had not.

But then, on the flip side, if you like smelling some other girls perfume on your man and having your kids run into daddy and "Aunty Bintan, the side chick" at the hotel near their school then go right ahead.

Have a good day guys.

Signed
xoxo

Where do you fall on the List

While we all like to think we matter the most to our significant others, you can’t help but think when scheduling time together with your boyfriend where do you fall on the priority list

1 - First? Erm no, sorry, not first, 9 – 5 or longer he’s working. He has a job right? #TLCNoScrubs

2 - Second place? while second place might do, biggest competition for this position is always the first babe he ever loved. No not the EX... his MOM... you will always find it hard to suggest a guy pick plans with you over his mother. I mean the look he’d give you, if looks could kill. So second place is gone.

3 - Third? Let put the rest of the family in this one third place basket. Father, siblings...

4 - Fourth? For those who have had a kid before you met, swap this with number one. You can 't compete on this one, it sounds wrong just thinking it.

5 - OK so you are thinking Fifth yh? UM... where do you plan on placing his buddies, you be hearing “Friday night is boys night”

6 - Sixth? Well sorry boo, for the vain man, you can’t have this position too, his N18m car comes first… #NoteToSelf…. If he drives an N18m car, doesn’t have twice that in account, or have a house……RUN.

Well my dear now you are left with the lucky number seven!

Not a fun thought is it. 

On the flip side, you might be number 1, just maybe!. 

Simple test: Call your man at work, tell him you have a problem, if he drops everything and listens to you for 20min, you just might be number one.

If not... Find your position love. lol

The 5%

So in my very deep thoughts, I made me a theory.

There is no possible way you can like 100% of another person. OK not to be the love cynic, yes you could meet someone you like 95% of, but there’s always that 5% of a person’s character that is going to be downright aggravating.

So I have dealt with my share of 5%’s, boyfriend's leaving the toilet seat up, snoring in bed, making noise while chewing ……. Oh and one of my GFs 5% was the fact that her fiancé never flushed the toilet. 

Yeah like he takes a dump and leaves it right there all stinking up the whole place and according to him, love is flushing the toilet for your fiancé, in addition to carrying all the groceries, and telling his fiancé he is doing her a favour. Now that 5% will likely be unbearable. (p.s it drove her crazy and they broke up)

Ok .......

Back to the normal 5%’s, it is what the 5% entails that count, my last boyfriend was always sniffling like a little puppy it was annoying but everytime I think about it, it makes me smile. Most 5%'s are mostly the cute little things that make them unique. So look at your partner, decide to appreciate the 5% (as long as it’s not the one mentioned above or sleeping in his mum's room #thanks nollywood for forever scaring me#), and know you definitely have your own 5% he/she has decided to love.

So next time when you get so irritated by his 5%, think would you miss all the 95% you have that you love.

OK it’s one of my mushy days.

Have a good week guys.

Stop prying, I will be sure to send you a memo

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Alright.....

So, I have realised that one of the curses of being single is people always trying to guess who I am dating.

People alway seem to assume that because I’m single, I'm desperately looking for anyone. And then comes the "But you are awesome,why are you single" questions. It's like they assume that I have this big empty space needing to be filled. That couldn't be less untrue. That’s maybe how they felt when they were single, but that’s not me.

I chose to be single till the right guy comes along, not just settle for less than I deserve. So why should anyone assume it bothers me so much, I chose waiting.

I mean I still say it when I think some dude is hot. Watching good looking people is one of my favourite things to do. Right after singing extra loud in the shower, playing pranks on my nephew (#hes super cute) and parking in my bosses parking space and the look on his face when he says nothing. But this does not mean I'm ready to hop in for a lifetime for good look. Forever is a long time!.

Anyways, so note to the partnered up friends (both happy and unhappy ones) and dearest mum; stop harassing me over every guy you see around me, Trust me, if I talk to someone it’s not because I’m dating him. It’s not because I want to date him. Really. I promise, as soon as I start dating, I will be sure to send a broadcast to you all who feel the need to get an update. Until then, with all the courtesy in the world, please, zip it.

All of my problems can be summed up in four sentences

OK so I have decided all my problems can be summed up to my ZERO love for soccer

In four sentences;

1) I do not like soccer

2) I don't care that is so "important" to boyfriend or future hubby.  It is NOT important to me

3) Asides from the fact that I know there is a vampire named Suarez, who bites people and has super human strength, don't know much else. Oh, yeah! and i like their shorty shorts

Yeah so maybe I'm doomed to stay single :(.

Someone find me a football hating dude and I am in love!

My Usual First Date Rules

This is usually how my first date goes, and I mean those dates where you have met a guy though some random chance, like you hardly know this person except for a number of things which you can list on your right hand.

Then conversation start and it mostly leads to the guy asking to have dinner or drinks and me being a single girl and all (thanksalot Ex), I’ve started taking the “be open to different people"advise, and I tend to say yes provided you tick the few boxes.

• Single – Check
• Head full of hair – Check
• Got a job – Double check
• Oh and religion, gotta satisfy the folks
• No creepy tatoos

Pretty simple list right. All checked = Yay Jackpot!!!....Even though I'm starting to think of dropping the full head of hair #JasonStathan#TayeDiggs#TyreseGibson# oh and BorisKodje DamnDamnDamn Wantmeaslice#....Alright full head of hair retracted...Bald is sexy!

Since I like to leave my weekends free for people I actually I’m sure I would have a good time with, and not some random dude I just met who might as well be a suicide bomber and I know zip about, I put these dates on weekdays. Amean, what’s the worst that could happen? 1)The date will be so horrible it would ruin my already shit week spent working till 9pm every day, Um somehow I doubt that. Or 2) Cancel that he's working late and I rush home to get into my comfy jammy and get some extra needed sleep. 

Anyways itenary on date days

8am – 7pm: I spend all day either acting like I’m sick so I get to leave work early, and early for me is 7.30pm... usual culprit is a running stomach (yhyh I get it, this is bad for my all classy girl rep, got a better escape idea? Share)

7pm – I begrudgingly wear some make-up, floss, dab of perfume, change my shoes to some 6inch heel. How much effort depends on the impression made on me in the first place; maybe hike my skirt up a little higher #kidding :)

8pm: Finally leave work!! Yay…  To curb my paranoia… Phone a friend enroute. Tell her why I’m going on my date and if she don’t hear from me later tonight, to call Inspector Clouseau or DPO in this case, and have them get right on my case (#text his plate number just in case)

By 10 - 11pm: Date is ended.

Who made the three day wait rule

The "three day rule" is a rule to prevent a man from appearing desperate or needy after attaining a girl's phone number that he (just) met. Rule says, you are to wait 3 days before calling in order to create suspense and appear non-needy.

Just sounds plain stupid to me. Because during this wait, the more irritated any girl would get right. I mean I for one started to count the not so great things i seem to remember about him. 

losing my blogging virginity

Alright so I guess this is me losing my blogging virginity. So lets consider this an about me section, even if there actually is an about me "rolls eyes" i'm making this one. Erm... OK filling out this section is going to be as painful as having a tooth pulled, oh that reminds me, note to self "make a dental appointment girl, brown teeth ain't pretty, oh while at it places needs to be waxed... oh lordy, so much on one lil girl, coughs lady.

OK back to section, about me, sometimes I say weird things, like the last sentence!. Alright, so I am single, and instead of feeling sorry for myself like my aunt, who i'm starting to think is avoiding her husband and always in my house, constantly reminding me with her crude "ibawo la ma wa gbe sibi" jokes, i chose to blog, laugh about it, and totally enjoy the journey till Mr.Right comes along (don't make it too long, my mum might start living on the prayer mountain). OK from that I guess its obvious i'm Yoruba.

I live in Lagos, so yeah good times. I might get serious sometimes, afterall i have one seriously high IQ, believe it or not, inbox me i'll fax you some evidence inspector. gadgets

So in all its just an everyday rambling blog. Some stories are true, some are adapted from friends or other peoples stories, some just fiction, it's on you to figure it out. 

Alright back to my paying job i go... oh and rocking this nude nail polish makes staring at my fingers when typing so fun! .. alright this has been fun ... gotta go.