I am sooo sleepy! I would be okay with the situation if it was my fault i.e, I slept late or woke up early. It’s not even Coco’s fault (my dog) who woke me up first at 1 a.m because she wanted to play or later on in the wee hours of the morning because she was chasing some weird insect around the room. It’s not that I was worried about Bunny (my other dog) who had sprained her ankle last night.
Nope. Only one think kept me awake last night. Just one thought; He likes me back!!!!
When I first heard, I had a New York traffic jam moment in my head where I jumped on top of a cab and shouted “He Likes Me!!!!He really likes me!!” I guess I should have been and should be happy but the only thing I am right now is Apprehensive.
I am a worrier, I accept. I think things through so much, that by the next day, I can’t tell which side is up! So out of that frustration, I write this…
REASONS WHY ROMANCE SUCKS!!!!
1. I don’t think romance and sleep can abide in the same room. Half the night was spent in coming up with various pros and cons as well as ‘what if ‘ scenarios. There are too many ‘what if’s. I even woke up before my “you-have-15-more-minutes-to-sleep” alarm. Why ever would I do that?!
2. Romance and sense? In the same sentence? I don’t think so! It’s like someone just takes a big spoon and korogas your gray matter thoroughly!!!
3. The thoughts that consume a girl ( I don’t know about you guys) are enough to drive anyone up a wall. Ask any girl whose friend has just developed feelings towards Mr. X and confides in her about what she is going through. It’s crazy!!! It’s all they talk about. And it reaches a point that any time that topic is broached all you here is the incessant, irritating buzz of a mosquito.
4. Then of course there is that difference as you stare at yourself in the mirror. He likes that? Really? Or maybe I should try something different. Something that is more …blah blah blah. The self babble goes on.
As you can imagine, I feel like such a mess right now. I wouldn’t like to see him any time soon lest I get a worse strain of this disease. IT’S HORRIBLE!!( *sigh* I wouldn’t trade it for anything).
Those who know me and are reading this post have an evil grin plastered on their faces because I swore never to be slain by cupid and his evil minions. Guys, let me just say that I am yet to fall. Just because I am tripping, doesn’t necessarily mean I will fall. ( God, please hear my prayer).
But, if I do fall, I’ll need all the help I can get. I don’t want to flow into the cycle of how Kenyans, and quite frankly the whole world , view dating. That would be a disaster in my case. I won’t deny that all those fairy tales from when I was younger contributed heavily to my beliefs. Nor will I deny that I am a hopeless romantic ( shhhh…don’t tell anyone). And an idealist, no doubt.
So I stand by my belief and hereby vow never ever ever ever ever ever ever to kiss a frog ( those hideous things! UGH!!)