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Single Ladies: The Metrosexual

*Riding on a black horse* (I wish).* Beyoncé wave* 'Hey single ladies!'. For a lady on a quest, the horse would have been ideal,right? Anyway ,how have y'all been? I hope the lessons that we are going through are helping us build character. (Wifen material).


Today we have yet another bachelor under our radar. So we have so far, gone through our potential Mr Put-A-Ring-On-It who has been bachelor; the widower, the divorcee, the foreigner, the boy and last but not least, the single dad. Not so bad ladies.

Now bachelor number six is,the metrosexual. Now why should we place such a man on our panel,you ask? Well,he is my personal favourite *wink*. The anatomy of a metrosexual. By definition a metrosexual is an urban man with a disposable income who spends a lot on his appearances. In other words, a guy's guy who is in touch with his inner pink.

Now why would a metrosexual be a good candidate for Mr Put-A-Ring-On-It? He is not. Most metrosexual men, if not gay, or bisexual, they are narcissistic, and usually players. They like to associate themselves with what they call, *rolling my eyes*, swag. Now we understand.*sympathizing*

But for the single ladies who like collectibles, the metrosexual would make a good 'trophy' husband. Kind of like that pair of Christian Louboutin shoes you would not wear; you will just hang them on the shoe rack for you to admire. *gush*

Well this is justifiable because most metrosexual men, are pretty boys. 'Babes, could you please pass me your tweezers,' hmm. But then again, what a great way to bond. If you have a metrosexual as your man, y'all can go shopping together, manicures, he can help you choose drapes for your house,etc. Yipee! And chances of arguing about a messy house are next to, none.

Apparently, we do have a lot of metrosexual men in this country, and it is kind of scary. But then again, I did say, I like my metrosexual man. There are some very good ,'marriageable' metrosexuals. Those who fall under the star sign, Libra are a good example. (Most that I know of). They like to look well put together, and are neat freaks. (I know, I was raised by one).

So yes, the metrosexual has a sensitive side, making him caring and protective of what he loves. Yes, that sense of style works, he will definitely get you an awesome gift, (the one you don't have to pretend to like), and can tell the difference between hair colour number 2 and number 27. And did I mention that he can cook? (Hmm, breakfast in bed and candlelit dinner. *smile*).

Single ladies,if you find a good metrosexual, keep him. (They are rare). Posh has David, Jessica has Justin,(the one woman who managed to tame, and settle 'trouser-snake'), and you will have... him. It would be nice to have someone who speaks the same language as you, and you do not need to drag him. (For as long as he is not obsessed with his own reflection), or getting attention. He must remember who is the girl in the relationship.

The metrosexual. I like the one who associates himself with class, being regal, chic, not fwag, my bad swag, and definitely does not use the word 'fab' in his vocabulary. (Well, you might need to pick on the crumbs being dropped...get the hint!)

So ladies, this is where we end for today. Do we still have other candidates, (and, married man and player are out of the question). Do not even think about it. Anyway, onward with our quest.....*wave*. Single ladies!

P.S: Always write your own love story.

Ciao!

Lady E

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