The Birth

The birth of this blog has to be thanked to my two crazy friends who always say "you have the most interesting stories and meet the most random guys, you should start a blog" so finally after two years of nagging - here we are :).

What is this about? Firstly, let me introduce myself, I am a 27 year old (though I vow to be 25 forever) black female looking for love in Jozi as we call Johannesburg. This will follow my usually funny and strange encounters with men or boys as I call them. It will be scary, painful and mostly funny becuase I always look for the silver lining in it all.

I will take you to the beggining.......

I was 20, I still knew where my waist was, I was cool and finishing off varsity. I had just returned from a trip to London (that's a whoooole other story). I met a guy in a bar - or so he says- I think I had too much absinthe that night (first and last time). Actually, I was in Melville to meet another guy!

Ok, onto guy in bar after absinth. I don't recall talking to him or my friend talking to his friend, I was focusing on the guy I came to see - who didn't even call after that, thank goodness I didn't let him taste my milkshake. I must say other than the absinthe, I was rather well behaved that night, went back to my friend's place and we slept - no drama.

Then next day my friend, lets call her M (because honestly, I dont remember her name, I think it started with an M), gets a call from the friend the next day and this is how I met this guy whom we shall call A for confidentiality reasons :). We met at zoolake (I was young and in varsity, don't judge me) had some Savanna - God only knew how much I loved that drink. We started talking and it was lust at second sight - awwwwwuuuuuu!!!!


Let's fast-forward quickly to 7 years later, after the Soweto Derby my friend and I decided to hit Chaf Pozi for some braaied meat. Met a nice looking guy in the que for meat and we hit it off, exchange numbers. We start texting and then he says he's always busy, I mean no one is that busy even our own Jacob of Nkandla isn't that busy. A week goes by with no word from the dude and then he calls and it went a little something like this:
him: I don't think I can do dinner with you , or drinks or lunch
me: ok
him: I don't think my partner would appreciate it
me: ok
him: You don't want me to explain
me: no thanks, its fine. bye then
him: ooooook, bye
*click*
2 months later, nigga gets married - WHAT!!!!??????


I am sure that is more than enough juice for the day, we shall continue tomorrow ;)