I refuse to ponder over what in particular makes these men strike me as drop dead gorgeous and incredibly sexy.
I could see a lowly midget with gray hair and boom!
He’d turn into a 6’4 inch man with a mickey blue gaze and great potentials.
Sha, thank G*d for 2nd, 3rd and 4th impressions.
The annoying thing about this fetish is that once the distraction of the gray hair has been eliminated, these mortals loose their awesomeness and make me go “hiss! Total waste of drool.”
I have been known to leave the company I am with, walk up to a complete stranger and go “hi my name is…” because I noticed a sprinkle of sugar on his head.
Oh my!!
That could be it, sugar!!
Gray hair is somewhat white, sugar is somewhat white and I have a sweet tooth so…
Oh my.
Now I have figured out the connection. I’m counting on the good news reaching my brain and disabling the hormone/sensor/nerve or whatever blah that sparks and jiggles on sight of it.
I received a broadcast message that the eclipse will ‘arrive’ by 13:03 in Port Harcourt be at the highest point by 14:43 and eventually depart around 16:00hrs.
Somewhere along the wait, I dozed off.
When I woke up, outside from my window was gray and windy like that point in a romantic flick when the guy runs after the girl and goes “I choose you Violetta! You are my sun, my moon my heartbeat. I want to be with you, I love you!”
Ok maybe not so dramatic but you get the picture.
Remembering what I was waiting for I scrambled off the bed, ran down the stairs and bolted out the door only to run back in almost immediately because of the heavy downpour that started abruptly.
Determined to see the ‘thing’ (thanks to bbm updates and whatsapp broadcast messages) but not wanting to get wet, I charged into my fathers room and hopped from one foot to the other pleading until he agreed to give me his precious umbrella with its seal unbroken.
Armed with an oversized umbrella, sunglasses and rubber shoes, I went outside threw my neck backwards and began to search for the sun...
I am much too distracted to go further.
It has been serious ages past since I licked a cube sugar but as I write, I can see this lump of sugar complete with droopy eyes, nose and a lopsided smile in my minds eye singing “lick me-lick me, lick meee” in a shrill tra-la-la scratchy voice.
Erm…
Bye?
