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Like I said, men will be men. I mean see me, a true Nigerian Drama Queen, call me Just Toluwa sitting on my own minding my own business when this black James bond walks up to me with interesting lyrics. Calling me Afrobabe, Aphrodite, Chili Pepa, like that was meant to forgive him his crime. I showed him my ring and dashed him my left shoulder. I totally expected he’d get the message but he just stood there smiling, calling me Vixen and telling me how he’d like to get me a better, more expensive ring, even doubting the authenticity of the ring itself.

Ahhh as a true city girl, I let him have it explaining to him that my hubby, Baroque, was on his way, but he went on saying he did not care and he always got what he wanted and wouldn’t mind brushing up someone if it came to that. Did not believe what he said and asked him if I was worth all that? I mean he just met me, we were at Buttercup and Chari’s 2nd wedding anniversary, and I felt he was jumping the gun.

But every woman has two sides to her, the classy and not so classy. Thing is, confidence and maybe a little arrogance attracts me, so you can imagine how the badderchic in me wanted to jump this man. Hmm, this situation would have to go into my secret diary, because this was an experience I did not want to forget.
I think he could tell that a part of me wanted him, because my naughty eyes were telling on me real bad. Then walks in Baroque with his buddy, Fine Boy Agbero; another guy I would have snatched up if I had not met Baroque first. Gosh, why so many of these fine men around. So my thought and moi went into conversation.

If Vera had not snapped me out of my rethots, I would have been drooling without realizing it. By now I knew I was in trouble, cos this guy didn’t just have audacity, he had lyrics. It is at times like this that I thank God for the technology. I just whipped out my blackberry, buzzed my girl Funms and asked for moral support and advice. If there was anyone who had good advice about men issues, it was her. I would have called on Tigeress but she had been MIA for some time. After updating Funms on things so far, I begged her for line of defense. She advised I just change table that this would hint Naija007 that i definitely was not interested, but for the love of me, i ignored her advice because i was interested. I did move my seat a little bit, but he slyly moved closer almost nibbling on my ears. I quickly logged on to confessions of a London gal to see what she would have done in this situation.

Naija007 wouldn’t give up. He was so strong headed, and he had Nolimit in showing to the crowd what he supposedly felt and I wondered why. I said I was not interested; at least that was what my lips said.

Finally he smiled at me, took my hand and removed the ring. It was like he knew my very soul. The ring was not mine, it belonged to Bumight who I was meant to meet there. Bumight was an undercover sister who could not wear her ring when she was working. She was a Medical Investigator and I happened to be around her when she got a call. I was just trying it on to keep it safe.

There was no man in my life, my last relationship had been a while back and had ended pretty badly. I only imagine Baroque and FBA in my life. They were not truly mine. Temite and Bumight beat me to it. Naija007 had said every word I had every wanted to hear. His every action was like he had read my soul. He turned his blackberry on so I could see, he was reading my blog!!!!

I smiled. It stung. It was the smile of a scorpio.


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I could not use a lot of blog names in this story, so i apologise. The story might not make sense, but this was for fun...

.....Toluwa