Giggle....yes.
Maybe it was the sweet tea, but I was in ATL a few years back, and met some African dude who decided to woo me over the course of three days.
Tall, handsome, big-eye, nice cologne wearing...from Somalia, but lived in San Diego. He was nice, and we were at the same conference.
We explored Atlanta together on the off-time. It was cool, I had a good time. I wasn't really caught up in the moment of thinking, hey this could move forward, because I lived in the North. Somalian Playa was aggressive, and intense. By Day THREE he said maybe we should get married, because we had "chemistry."
Did you just hear screeching tires too? LOL.
The funniest (well, not really) thing happened. The very next day, OUT OF NO WHERE I had a fever of 105, and had to go over to Emory Hospital and as it turned out...Princess Wanderlust was diagnosed with strep throat...and ended up having to leave early.
Somalian Playa had a cow, because he thought it was an impediment to our destiny...
Somalian Playa kept calling and calling once I returned to the North. However, it eventually fizzled when I told him that it didn't seem possible. My destiny was still in formation.
Odd ball thing is the next time that I did return to the great state of GA, a couple of years later, I saw him on the streets of Savannah!
However, he was engaged in a conversation with another woman. Perhaps they were working out their destiny.
