Being single and out of a five stars relationship is unhealthy when you have old women coming at you to ask if you’re married or not. “Are you married?” Whenever I said ‘no’, they would talk about their daughters. Three women had done that and one of their daughters is actually married. Now, who would talk about a married daughter to an available bachelor?
Five days ago, I was at a consultation and I saw this REALLY hot young man; yes, they’re rare in humanitarian consultations. So, there were around four foreigners and other twenty plus locals. I was in charge of copying the presentations onto their flash drives. One of them has the name “Dominique” on it and my colleague got all excited and asked me to try to give it to that young man. Since I didn’t see him after the consultation, I checked out his drive to find out a CV. I later found out that “Dominique” is a name of a chick but I got a phone number from there, to which I’ve called and Jeramo (his name) would come and collect the flash drive from me soon.
Today, one of my colleagues placed this huge fat flower on the top of my right ears and took pics of me. She thought it was funny; I was just bored and didn’t do anything about it. The flower got used to the skin and I forgot it was there and Jeramo entered the room to ask for the flash drive. He did not turn out to be that fine looking young man but the bald head “I thought he was” Italian who was sitting next to the prince charming. I noticed he wanted to laugh and then I noticed I had this huge flower on top of my right ears. Double epic fail!!!!
Maybe it was because of the flower but I heard that he crashed into a car in our UN compound car park after his trip to get his flash drive from the weird guy with the flower on his head. It’s not like I could do anything with any man at this moment anyways, with my pathetic mindset still fixated on my ex, but hey I can freely say “FML” for this day.
Five days ago, I was at a consultation and I saw this REALLY hot young man; yes, they’re rare in humanitarian consultations. So, there were around four foreigners and other twenty plus locals. I was in charge of copying the presentations onto their flash drives. One of them has the name “Dominique” on it and my colleague got all excited and asked me to try to give it to that young man. Since I didn’t see him after the consultation, I checked out his drive to find out a CV. I later found out that “Dominique” is a name of a chick but I got a phone number from there, to which I’ve called and Jeramo (his name) would come and collect the flash drive from me soon.
Today, one of my colleagues placed this huge fat flower on the top of my right ears and took pics of me. She thought it was funny; I was just bored and didn’t do anything about it. The flower got used to the skin and I forgot it was there and Jeramo entered the room to ask for the flash drive. He did not turn out to be that fine looking young man but the bald head “I thought he was” Italian who was sitting next to the prince charming. I noticed he wanted to laugh and then I noticed I had this huge flower on top of my right ears. Double epic fail!!!!
Maybe it was because of the flower but I heard that he crashed into a car in our UN compound car park after his trip to get his flash drive from the weird guy with the flower on his head. It’s not like I could do anything with any man at this moment anyways, with my pathetic mindset still fixated on my ex, but hey I can freely say “FML” for this day.
Listening to: Stereophonics – Have a nice day
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