I Got Stood Up...But I'm Okay!

I laugh because none of this is a reflection of who I am!

Bonjour, bonjour! Comment ça va? Jes suis trés bien! It's silly season and we will be merry all the way.

I'm not sure if this is for the 'Dirty Laundry Diaries', or 'Single Ladies Series'; what I do know, I need 30 bucks to feed my child. I'm actually not joking about the 30 bucks. I'm insomniac. Most nights are restless. My current thoughts are more frightening compared to watching horror movies, or listening to true crime podcasts.

Y'all gather around, bring your favourite 'happy juice', because it's story time.

I must begin and say, I do like things. I know that I have old money tendencies and tastes, within reason. What I never acknowledged is that there's a side of me that's very exploration or curious. I'm not a fan of mob psychology but there are times when I just go with the flow. And yes, that flow leads me to Never, Neverland.

So, one of these interesting after hours days, I found myself quenching my thirst to shared bottles of wine. That's when I met, let's calk him Huey.

Huey looked for my phone number that very day, but texted on the next. Huey then makes plans for drinks for the weekend. Oh my, is this a date? In between Wednesday and the weekend, he and I were texting mostly.

It's Saturday. I'm not going to bore you with the sordid details of my day and preparations. Let's fast forward to the meet up. So, he tells me to get ready at around 5. I decently dolled myself up, wore a cute dress, denim jacket and heels. Chose a meeting point from where he could pick me up. I was early and communicated that I was ready. And then I waited for about an hour without any feedback. It got dark, and then...

With my tail in between my legs, I walked back home ... barefoot. Look, I wasn't going to make strides in heels. My current dwelling is 20 minutes far away from civilisation and there's a whole scary hlahleni. (God I really need to move out ... pronto).

I went back home, and changed into my pyjamas. Still no communication - phone call or text. I shook my head and laughed at myself. I just got stood up. Wow!

Strangely, I didn't blame myself. There's nothing wrong with me. I took the step to put myself out there. To position myself as the radiant sunflower that I am. And at the time of this blog, Huey hasn't communicated to apologize or explain himself. Again, not my fault.

By the way. You remember Lion King? Well, he just had a baby ... with someone else. Imagine that! All that grief he gave me about being his type of wife material. I gag.

Swerve.

Again, this isn't a reflection of me.

We take accountability when we should, but if the sons of Adam are acting a fool, don't entertain the clowns.

I just need a long holiday... c'est tout!

P.S.: Always write your own love story!

Ciao!

Lady E

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