We went on date and she voiced in between our conversation- “I love my guy tall”. I smiled within and murmured in solo – “see this lady ooo”.
I had the cards and decided to control the playing. I posed open ended questions to the damsel so she can feel free and express herself as she wants. Not to my surprise, all sentences she did put together were just so unmusical. I laughed at my shortness as opposed to her “loved tall guy”, then I retaliated – “Babe… you know… I love my lady intellectual with a high grammatical prowess”.
In her ignorance she asked me to explain further that the grammar appears big. “Never mind the lexicons, let’s continue with our meal”. I just got the situation more complicating… right? I stayed mute all through and left her to do the talking. While leaving the scene, into my borrowed car which I was true to, she said – “Prince, hope people can changing?” “Go ahead” I said (another bomb).
I like short guys atimes. “I hate extremist, I am neither tall nor short, I am of an average height (winks)”, I asserted. She saw how things were already screwed up and became calm through out the drive to her house. What I am insinuating is that, simple knowledge should help our ladies and their destiny. I pray for them everyday.
Always know that a man is measured by his content of vision and the intensity with which he chases it and not those stuffs that meet the eyes. Keep that fictional checklist to yourself and stand up to reality.
Don’t sing them like songs to all you meet (Who cares?). Men, please hold yourself at high esteem. Love and relationships must be mutual, coming from both ends. Guess the lady had a poor sleep that night (I don’t care though)
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