We have all been in search of love at one point or another. Some the love of a title or status, others the true experience of sharing memories with a (partner) opposite or same sex. For the sake of this article we will call her “Betty” and him “Sammy”. Betty sees Sammy sitting on an empty park bench (working) his computer. Well groomed, fresh hair cut, looking too good to be alone…she cops a squat right next to him and catches the breeze of his cologne. The sweet masculine smell has her day dreaming of their wedding day as she falls into a shameful daze of make believe. See that’s what we women do. Within minutes we sum you up. Is he good looking? Good in bed? Good enough for the fam to meet? Is he the ONE? Unfortunately most of the time our judgement is made prematurely but that has never stopped us, no matter how much we torture ourselves with the (wrong) ones.
The sweet masculine smell has her day dreaming of their wedding day as she falls into a shameful daze of make believe. See that’s what we women do. Within minutes we sum you up. Is he good looking? Good in bed? Good enough for the fam to meet? Is he the ONE?
So Betty just knows she has it in the bag. Her body is right, dress painted on for proof, hair done, nails maybe even polished, (make) up, enough to cover up the insecurities she thinks everyone else can see…never taking into consideration how much she rocks without all the decorations and accessories. College educated, sound minded, close with her family, loyal to her friends, yet still believes the pop of her booty determines the level of her beauty.
(Betty walks over and has a seat)
Sammy has the nerve (not) to notice her. As she repositions herself, a feat in itself cuz her dress is so tight she can hardly breath. She really sat down cuz her shoes don’t even fit but it was the last size and that’s what the girl in that Trey Songz video had on so she just had to get them. The smell of ‘Apple Bomb’ and ‘Sweet Pea” body lotion didn’t even earn a glance up from the iPad or a simple “selam” from this character. Made Betty want his attention even more. He must be doing some important work she thought. He must be getting paid, he’s wearing a suit. (what she didn’t know is that blazer belonged to his roommate and he was only surfing Facebook. Probably kicking the same game to three females at the same time. “Yene konjo” “yene mar” “hode” “libe” “yene fikir” “yene emebet” womp womp womp. She has heard it all before but does that stop her from the hunt of (maybe this time it will be different) Of course not, we are in love with the idea of being in love aydel? Betty decides to be bold and initiate the conversation…how dare an Ethiopian woman walk up to a man and start rapping to him right? (she must be born here) Anywho…best way to get his attention is to walk on by (you know he’s want to look at what you’re working with) you just pray you don’t look funny walking in those high heels that do not fit your feet and right when your freshly pressed hair blows right past him he yells “ende minew konjit, selam
anbalem?”
(The hunt is on)
As you gaze over his shoulder you notice him minimize his screen, (facebook stalking and Dire Tube video girls watching) and act like he was reading an article (the front page of google that is) Time for Sammy to make his first impression. Pours on the compliments, sexy konjo, sweet konjo, are you single konjo? Betty’s friend would approve of his tight blazer wearing(remember its his roommate’s) pointy shoe wearing, let me spend my whole check at the bar then buy you an IHOP combo plate spending self, so she decides to go out with him after all. Now from afar they both look like they have it all together, and they are the cutest couple ever. For this week at least. Lets see how they do in the club scene together…
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