He was that guy you would never pay attention to. The one that you'd pass cause he oozes playboy and fuckboy all over. But then he looked at me and then dared me.
Okay jeez. I'll start from the top.
I have not blogged in quite some time cause I was out nursing wounds that have completely healed (...I think). I decided to take a semester off (well my HOD forced that down my throat) and camp or just travel a bit before the new year. And that's how I met him.
I am always into tall dark and handsome. You know typical Mr. right. I have some things on my list (scroll) that one has to check off and that explains why I've been single for two years now. But he didn't check anything off. He was not on the list and yet he dared me to kiss him in public just for the heck of it.
His love for music makes me jealous as he handles his disc jockey equipment with so much passion and desire that I get furious over the amount of time he touches and turns the buttons. I hate the fact that every lady whispers in his ears so that they get the next song request in.
And man I hate the fact that his "my DJ" to every Rachel, Ruth, and Rapunzel (... see what I did there☺😆😆😆).
Anyone who knows me knows I don't like being challenged cause am the biggest chicken in town. But my brain stopped functioning and I proceeded and kissed him. That's when I knew I had fucked up big time. Cause now at the back of my head, I've picked up our wedding date and named our 11 kids after his favorite artists.
Don't know what's worse the fact that I fell so hard or the fact that he makes me so vulnerable I fight my tears every time he says "you look like a child whose been mistreated all her life".
He gets me but am sure he will hurt me.
