So now the other day I came to the office whistling a light tune and at peace with the universe. Then the most unexpected thing happened.I got to the door fumbling with my bags and trying to fish out my access card from those creases it hides in every day when lo & behold I had a vision. The single most beautiful man I had ever seen. He looked like he'd been carefully & meticulously chiseled out of tall dark smooth stone by the gods of good looks who took their time with the task. He just stood there all nonchalant deep in conversation with someone my mind didn't register ... I was in a daze. Then he turns his gaze to me. And I quickly curse the fact that I didn't have the foresight to come to work in a dinner dress. Eyes lock. I'm enchanted. Just can't look away. Or do anything else for that mantter. A gentle smile. I could have fallen to the ground. Then idiot work mates come in behind me and break the moment (which in all fairness couldn't have lasted for more than a couple of seconds). I'm forced to gather my wits from all across the floor and go to my desk.
And as fate would have it, he was attending a meeting in a room not too far from where I sit. He had the voice of Angels singing to inform the shepherds of the birth in Bethlehem. But as fate would have it, I had a full day meeting booked off-site. Which was probably a good thing for my employer as I would never have gotten any work done otherwise.
I never saw him again and have no idea who he was.
That was the best work-morning I've ever had ...
Sunday, November 11, 2012
I've generally been settled if not a little apprehensive about my singly status, but all has generally been ok. I don't know if it's me, but of late I've been feeling the societal push on my back. Every where I go, it's this and that about marriage, couples, babies ... To be quite frank I'm getting a little sick of it all. To give you an example so you know I'm not just being a disgruntled single woman, let me walk you through a couple of instances in my weekend:
I was buying shoes and while negotiating price (I told him I didn't have the amount he'd quoted), the guy tells me na si I just call 'mzee' for m-pesa. And he goes on to give me a couple of choice tidbits about his own marriage and his wife's charming shenanigans. I smile politely and participate in the conversation, coz after all, who's not in a relationship? Right?!
I was drinking with some married guys and the conversation moved to something or other to do with family and when my opinion was sought a guy promptly chimed in "She wouldn't know; she's not a mother". I felt suitably slapped, took a deep breath and had a swallow. I know some may not understand why I was miffed, so I explain: unless we're talking about labour pains, I can have a comment on things parenthood as I live in society and pick things up. It's a bit like giving your opinion about paraplegics; you don't have to be one to have an opinion!
I went for a movie and the guy checking tickets at the door didn't quite hide his surprise as he looked around me and asked "1 only?" subtext: "You're alone???!!!??!! The horror!!"
The examples are many. And that's just this weekend! Point is, I have a hard enough time being single without having it rubbed in my face every step of the way. But I guess that's societies way of pushing for a balanced fully paired society!