Today (15th March, 08) started out really funny, i woke up angry… now that has never happened to me; was upset with myself last night and i can’t believe that i felt the same way when i woke up this morning…usually for me, when i get upset i try as much as possible to get the whole thing out of my head…

I kept tossing and turning on my bed; trying to forget about every thing that had happened…’Why can’t he just tell me something?’, ‘Something to hold on to’…anything at all; well not a lie though!!!…Guess you are pretty lost and you are probably wondering what exactly I am talking about, I will let you in on everything, so come along as we take a trip to my

I met a guy a few months ago; well he isn’t the ‘tall, dark, handsome guy’ thingy however He IS handsome, chocolate dark, not so tall, very presentable young guy, nice hair, good dress sense…bla bla bla…First he was very cool, quiet…didn’t talk much, very focused, few glances at me when ‘we’ get to see/ come by each other…nothing much!!!…just the normal ‘eye’ greetings, then it was ‘hello’ ‘hi’ thingy…it was kinda funny cos I was looking forward to day we were going to talk so I could yab the ‘hell’ outta him…lol!!!!…

Cant remember how exactly it all happened but somehow we got talking…i think it was in a meeting; well more of a mini party, a get-together or something…we unconsciously sat on the same table and realised when it was too late…(all the chairs had been taken)…We glanced at each other a couple of times before finally he asked for my name, well the conversation went something like this;

“Hello, my name is xxxxx (am sorry!!!…cant tell u that until am so sure of you…lol!!!)… been seeing you around and being trying to get your attention but couldn’t'…you seem like a snob, you know?” “Excuse me?”….i replied
“You don’t have to answer that; infact ignore that…..now tell me your beautiful name?”
“How dare you refer to me as a snob?….i yelled! You don’t have the right to do that…call me a snob?; how can you?”.…tried explaining
I aint even one (or am i one?….why are my even explaining?…don’t owe him any explanations !!!)

There was a sharp silence…he sipped from his drink; swearing under his breath, he looked up and faked a smile at me
‘Am sorry about that, really!!..but if it would please you, i would like to know your name so i could refer to you as such’
‘My name is Pheobe’….I responded
‘Hmmm….. lovely name, not common’…’ what does it mean?’
(‘Oh God i don’t even know what it means)’…‘Hmmm…What?…do u mind am trying to listen to the song’ (felt so bad didn’t mean to be rude…why didn’t i just say the truth?…’ i don’t know’….
‘Whoa!!!…you don’t have to be rude!!…was just trying to start a conversation’
(…oh God how can i do this?..didn’t mean to be rude…oh but i cant afford to say that i didn’t know the meaning of my name?…dats funny u know)
“Am sorry didn’t mean to be rude, am just not in a good mood right now”…i heard myself saying…
“You don’t have to be’…am actually sorry for everything…however if you give me a chance i could help you cool-off a bit”…
(…hmmm such a gentle man!!!… can he be this nice?..ohohohohhhhhhhh)
‘k then!…make me!’….i said, smiling….