Me. And then Some.

Its amazing.
Barely 4 months ago all Brokeass wanted to do was bare her thoughts and just release all the mental tension suffocating her.
But she got more than that.
With all the encouragement she got,
Fabulo-la was born
And I can honestly say it has been pleasant
I am not going away
I am just overwhelmingly grateful for the people I've met on here
The ones I've imagined in my head
And the ones I've met both in my head and otherwise
The ones that inspire me through their written word
The ones that motivate me to be all I can be by just reading their blogs
I have learnt a lot in these few months
And I'm still learning
I'm grateful for the much needed laughs that have lightened my mind
I'm grateful for the reassurances that I CAN do whatever I set my mind
(Even though you sometimes use big words)
I'm grateful for the trivial 'dodo' insults that remind me to have a little fun
I'm grateful that you have allowed me to exercise my imagination at your expenses
(Even if the jets and trips to Vienna are all in my mind)
Most of all I'm just grateful for the opportunity you have all given me to be part of your blog lives
I am humbled that you guys keep coming back
This one is for you blogsville
Thank you
Xxx

Fabulo-la
Cheers to my new bffs :)
Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

I met a stranger a few days ago.
A sexy stranger, might I add.
6'2", perfect lips.
Did I say perfect lips?
Easy on the eye, with a presence that commands attention.
I had always seen him around, you know.
Same crowd, same parties.
But every time I left, he would just be arriving.
He would catch my eye, cause you know me sef I'm easy on the eye.
And then one day, he showed up before I left.
There he was, in all his 6'2" glory.
Slacks, crisp white shirt, and that presence.
Of course there I was in the corner, drink in hand
Checking him out, as was every other xx chromosome in the room
(or is it xy?)
Even with my bright blue 5 inch pumps
I would barely meet his eye.
Now, a man that still towers me in my heels is something.
I meet his eye, hold the stare for a good 90 seconds and look away.
Coyly, of course. And then ignore him for the rest of the night.

As luck would have it, we were introduced by the host of the party.
Well what do you know?
We talk for a while, and he is definitely a joker.
By the end of the nigh,t I had laughed so hard my drink was all over my shirt.
And I was one business card short.
Well what can I say?
It was a good night.
I know, not very classy but I was having fun!
it was just soo..comfortable

2 days later, he calls me up and we make plans to go out for dinner.
We never made it.
He came to pick me up. With a bottle of Moscato.
Manners, me likey.
We talk for a while, all the time the chemistry choking me.
After small talk, and plenty of laughs
I got up to put the wine glasses in the sink
He got up too. To help.
(Don't you just love a man with manners?)
And that was when it happened.
He put his glass down, brushing my arm.
It sent a jolt of electricity through my body
Shaking me to my very core
I shivered. NO kidding.
I got goosebumps.
I think he felt it too, cause what happened next was PHENOMENAL
He grabbed me by the small of my back and kissed me
Slowly and softly. Then hard and forcefully.
Had to come up for air a few minutes later.

And that was it.
Clothes were off in a second. Shoes landed in the sink.
Started on the kitchen counter.
Him on top, my legs flying in the air.
We moved to the pantry. My back against the wall, one leg on his shoulder.
Tomato sauce and sweet corn cans flying every where.
That was where we got the chocolate.
And the whipped cream. The ice came from the freezer.
And then we were on the floor.
This time, I was in charge.
Bent over, hair all over the place, scratches on his chest.
To say the least, my apartment is marked.

5 hours and 2 minutes later, we are sitting on the floor in the kitchen
Sharing pot of semi cooked Indomie noodles
And I'm having the time of my life
No awkward moments
It was like we 'd been doing this forever.
Great sex, and even better laughs.
Can you ask for more?


*Sigh....*
Blogsville, I went to sleep a few days ago and this is what my mind did to me.

My dear Blogsville
But I have a confession to make.
I am having an affair.
Yes. There I said it.
I am having a passionate steamy affair.
But can you blame me?
The things we have done.
The chocolate, the caramel, the ice?
The DMs back and forth...
Blogsville I am having an affair.



...with Twitter.


It was bound to happen jere.
First it was just to secure the franchise name you know?
Fabulo-la Inc. does have a nice ring to it, doesn't it?

Oh well..what can I say?
Twitter has captured my heart...
But you blogsville are my first love.....

For now anyways.
Or until another John walks into my life.

Yes about John..I AM NOT MAKING ANY MOVES O!
Lool..As much as I am tempted too.
And I can already see our babies..but No.
I am not. He has a girlfriend I hear.

I guess I will just have to wait till Office Christmas party to find out.
or I can just walk by his office until then send me home.
Sigh...
So...I have a date tomorrow.
And I am not looking forward to it.
In fact I have already planned my escape strategy sef.

So..this dude is from St. Lucia (strike 1...I don't like Caribbeans...well not like that)
He has dreads (strikes 2,3.4.5....u get the point)
He has that mix of British and Caribbean accents..not very attractive (strike 6, 7, 8,9)

And then he says things like Exactement!...??? Really? (strike 10)

This is how it happened...

I was walking to class, minding my business
When I see someone trying to get my attention. In a very obnoxious Hummer.
Yes I said it! We are trying to go green, why r u driving a hummer? Just saying.
So anyways...my brother asks for directions, and I begin to give it to him
And then he stops me and goes..

Him: I'm sorry, but Im just so smitten by your looks and your accent. Where are you from?
Me:...uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...*blank confused stare* uhhh Im Nigerian??
Him: right...
Me: so anyways...you go..
Him: Im sorry, but whats your name?
Me:...uhh Fabulo-la?
Him: Wow. Im sorry but Im so totally smitten.

*Is he serious???*
At this point people are beginning to horn for him cause he is holding up traffic.

Me: well uhmm..I gotta go.
Him: Oh can u please just hold up one second, lemme just get out of the way..

*uh..really?*
I know I could totally have just walked away, but for some reason I just felt that would be totally rude. And I HATE rude people..so there I am standing, looking very aimless wondering why my mother ingrained in me a disdain for mannerless people.

Dude turns around..comes back and goes...
Him:So Im sorry i just totally forgot the directions you were giving me..
*seriously????*
Me:..uhmm ok 4 stop signs and then make left...
Him: great..well is there anyway I can get your number so i can call you?
Me: I really gotta go.
Him: Come on...You gonna leave a brother hanging?
*Seriously?*
Him: Come on..so whats the number?
Me:917 419 5555. Ok i gotta go.
Him:Great can I give you a ring tonight?
Me: Uhmm no that would be a bad idea.
Him: Tomorrow?
Me: No. That would be a bad idea...I gotta go
Him: Ok Fabulo-la. Saturday then.

This was almost a month ago.
Just to show you how I have been running from said dude.
I am not looking forward to this I tell you.