When I first started this blog, I wrote a lot more about the search for a Good Naija Man, a search that I haven’t given up on, but I’ve just decided not to dwell too much on (on this blog sha). I was on a couple of dating websites but I dropped those, with a plan to go back in the new year. Why the new year? Well because I would have slimmed down to a size that would have men foaming at the mouth at my bodacious bod, that’s why!
Um, that didn’t exactly happen so I can either join the sites again anyway or push back my timeline of re-entering the online dating world. I don’t even know if I feel like going back there…it wasn’t actually fun.
In the meantime some people have been working overtime to help me. One friend introduced me to her (sort of) friend via facebook, but that didn’t go anywhere. Her main reason for introducing us to each other was the fact that we both live in the same country, we’re both single and we both seemed to be nice people in her opinion. Lasting relationships have been built on less, right?
While I was in Nigeria, my great aunt tried to work her matchmaking magic, but the guy apparently intended for me (to meet) was not able to come to my great aunt’s daughter’s wedding (he lives in Lagos). I did end up meeting him for 15 minutes in Lagos before we left for Canada and not two minutes after he left, my great aunt was on the phone, asking if he had showed up and how our conversation went. When I told her that he and I were engaged, she made a noise of exasperation and asked me to pass the phone to my mom instead of thanking me for telling her what she wanted to hear! How ungrateful!
Every now and then, I have this wonderful daydream that I’ll find love through my blog. Wouldn’t that be wonderful? He’d read my blog and fall in love with my words, self deprecating yet witty as they are (ahem) and comment occasionally, while
spying on getting to know me through the blog. Eventually we’d start emailing each other and he’d reveal to me insights that I didn’t even know about myself that he gleaned from reading. Needless to say his emails would be eloquent and witty and captivate me utterly. (An aside: I am such a sucker for a guy who can write well and amuse via email as well as in person…be still my heart!) We’d meet and get on swimmingly. But in order for this to be a true sappy movie type plot, we’d have to have a misunderstanding that is my fault and will be resolved by me driving across the country at the last minute to stop his wedding to another woman or something like that. Good thing I have my driver’s license!
2009 has a lot of love-related hopes and dreams to live up to, let me tell you!