The Date...

My early post is not due to the fact that I have acquired another candidate for my project husband, but just to let y'all know that i have met with Femi, "mr barrister", as I have taken to calling him when gisting with my girls.

My "date" with Mr. Barrister was not exciting or anything like that but it was just a short hook up. Was it love at first? Definitely not!!! I was more curious and excited than I thought, so much that when he called and asked if I could hook up at the cinema after work I couldn't say no. I usually stay late at the office to beat the traffic anyway, so I  might as well use the time "wisely".

As far as my looks where concerned I was looking very corporate (duh! i was just coming from work!). Well, it's not like I had a choice since I work on the Island and we were hooking up at the The Palms to catch a late night movie.
But right before I left the office, I figured out that I should have asked him to pick me up, why did I agree to meet him in the first place *sighs*. Well, what's done is done.

I climbed up the stairs as we talked over the phone for directions and then I saw him… OMG! ok i have to give it to him o, the guy is a fine specimen of man! He was dressed totally and surprisingly casual (unlike the Barrister I imagined i.e suit, white shirt, brief case, over confident look and an "i'm all that" smile) but instead he wore a very friendly smile that I must admit made me feel at ease. I didn't even know when I had begun to feel nervous.
As I approached where he was seated and he got up to say hi I could feel myself giving a big smile, I thought to myself,  Atoke abeg arrange your face jare! Why are you shining teeth like this?! I couldn't help it, the guy is fine and I was just blushing unnecessarily. *long hiss*

As we talked he kept smiling like he knew he had a nice smile and a lot of people, especially the ladies, had told him that. Well, to my disappointment he was little or nothing like I presumed. Funny enough, I was right about his sense of humour cos a long time and a lot of laughs later, I realized that we had forgotten that we had wanted to see a movie.
When he excused himself to use the Gents, he went without his phone and behold, it rang, as I peeped forward into the screen I saw a cute little white girl, his wallpaper (I wondered why he would use a white girl as his wallpaper) but thought nothing of it.

He came back smiling and apologized for taking my time and after we had talked for some more minutes, he asked if I was ready to leave so he could drop me off I smiled and said "you weren't worried about how I got here but you want to drop me off" He looked sufficiently taken back which pleased me greatly before I said "I drove, so you don't have to drop me off at home". He smiled, apologized and then said "you are a very interesting lady" Hmph! As we left he was the real gentleman ushering me to the front and even opening my car door for me.

All in all I had fun, though we only gisted and when I was about to leave he asked if I would meet him again so we could actually see a movie next time. LOL!

Of course I said i'd see if I could make some time, but who was I kidding I couldn't wait to see him again.

Mummy the Match Maker?!

I braced up on Sunday afternoon after church and went to my parents house. After cooking and eating, came the time to spill the beans so I stylishly excused mum to her room and told her about my ‘project Husband’.
After a long pause, during which i had braced myself for the worst and had actually started sweating on my palms, she said to me, ‘Atoke has it come to that?! You are a beautiful young lady and soon a sensible man will realise that, you don't need to go that far now! If you hadn’t stupidly followed that Omo igbo, iran ajokuta ma momi (Igbo boy, from the race of people that eats stones without drinking water) ehn!, that stupid...’ and so she went on venting her anger by raining insults so deep that i actually felt sorry for Charles.

When she had vented enough and was sufficiently calm, she turned to me, gave me a serious look and brought up Mrs. Tosan’s son (Femi). LOL! I must admit i was very impressed. I had worried that she’d fall ill 4 at least 3 days, then pretend to be ill for another one week to get me to drop the whole idea... lol! She didn’t take it so badly after all and  when she looked at me, I saw that she understood what I was going through and my need to do this, I guess no one can really understand a person's heart like a mother.
She was even more worried about my looks, imagine! Telling me to eat, that I had lost weight and she didn’t want her friend thinking I was depressed (very funny!), she kept hitting the fact that a wife should look healthy and voluptuous. Well, she did have a point, i mean i had dropped from a size 14 to 10... *sigh*

Mummy talked about a lot of suitors that came from her friends and church but I noticed she stylishly laid more emphasis on Femi; apparently he is an only son and he is a practicing Lawyer – OMG! Not another LIAR!!. I calmly said "mummy, you know lawyers are too full of themselves, remember Mike? The guy I dated for only 2 semesters. The one you couldn’t stand because of his arrogance".
I’d grown this deep dislike for and keen aversion to LAWYERS.

I guess in a situation like this (the husband hunt), I must leave my options open and start getting  used to the idea tha maybe not all lawyers not all liars. So with that settled, i agreed to go out with on a date with him. Trust "Iya Atoke" herself, she ecstatically assured me to just look good and be humble. At that i thought to myself ; WHAT!! Hmph! She doesnt even know the half of it. Besides he was the one who had to be on his best behaviour cos i am the one "looking" in this situation.
When i saw how enthusiastic mummy was, i got worried, and then she said "You just go out with him ok, i will take  care of the rest"

…that was the scariest part,

I had barely started relaxing after i got home that evening when Femi called...  At first i thought "chai, mommy!!" Then i got serious and so the scrutiny began: so he has a nice voice, though he sounded a bit too confident for me (or maybe i was just being paranoid), he also managed to get a smile out of me, that's a check for a sense of humor... All in all he "sounds" like a nice guy.

The girls said i shouldn't be too hard on him after all it's not like I am trying to chase the guy away but, i have to be as tough as possible and make sure that i don't miss anything good or bad from this guy.

Truthfully, I am kinda excited to be going on my first date in the husband hunt project... I’ll just keep my fingers crossed till the date with Femi…

Through the microscope...

Dear Diary, since my declaration to begin “Groom hunting”, I have begun to see the world in a whole new light.
By world I mean the very interesting and elusive world of men.

When I was single, guys were either good looking or not, well to do or broke ass, well dressed or shabby looking, and so on. Basically, something had to catch my eye before I would answer even a simple hello. It was his outward appearance that determined if he was worth the trouble.

Today, as I sat in the canteen to eat I realised that there was a lot more at stake this time. I wasn’t just looking for a boyfriend, I was looking for a husband, and they don’t come cheap or easy.

All the guys in my office that had ever smiled at me or crossed my mind at one point in time came back to mind and under the microscope.
By the close of work, I was having a headache from dissecting, screening, scrutinising, discarding the bad eggs and marking the hopefuls.
As I am writing this, I still have a headache...

This is going to be an interesting ride, I know I am going to think of committing some murders but I am ready for the ride!

I deserve to be happy and if that means finding me a groom in the next few months, then so be it, after all, na my wedding now, abi?

Tick! Tock!!

The only thing missing is?!

Dear Diary! *sigh*, I have finally returned from my long and forced sabbatical.

How have I been? In summary: I cried and cried… then cried some more; I had to call in sick for a whole week and at some point even felt so low that I actually thought I was really sick; all in all, I could have been better.
Despite all this surprisingly, I didn’t think of hiring thugs to beat him up… hhhmmm (too many Nigerian movies can do that to you). Ok so maybe I did think about it, but unlike in the movies, thugs don’t just hang around waiting for you to hire them and in real life the thugs would probably turn on me before I can bring out the guys picture. Still it helps to know that I didn’t lose it that much.

Anyway, by Saturday my girls decided I had locked myself in for too long and over came to rescue me.

"Really guys are just horrible!" - this was Remi. "I mean you would think that when they have proposed things would go smooth from there. After all this is a commitment right? And then he goes and does something stupid like this".
Joy who had been through enough guys to be the jaded queen of our click chipped in with "But I told you that he was too good to be true and to fine to be trusted. How could you let such a catch out of your sight?" *long hiss*  "travelling to Abuja for work my behind…".
"Girls, you both need to shut up before I display my madness for you!!!" - this was Oby the eldest of the group, and she is also the mother hen of the group. She turned to me with a gentle look and said "Babe,you know you will eventually have to talk to the vendors and call of the wedding".

As she said that I realized something - I didn’t want to call off the wedding. I had my heart set on getting married next year and I wasn’t ready to move away from that dream. The only thing that was missing was just a husband to be.

"I just need a man now, abi?…"  I said it out before I even realized I was thinking of saying it.

"I am not calling off my wedding. I am going to get married on the 28th of February next year if it’s the last thing I do". My mouth was acting before my brain could screen the words, but as I said them I realized that I meant them.

By the time my girls left they were convinced I was going slightly off or that i was just mouthing off as usual.

I didn’t argue much, but I knew they knew I was somewhat serious.

I am getting married by February next year and all I need is the groom.

So project “groom hunt” begins.