Chiwetel, a Nigerian (kind of) who is not the person I’m blogging about today, but who looks good on my blog
Really?
This is one line men still use, and I still don’t understand why. Do men say this because they think it works? Or do men say this because it actually works? Dear men, please respond.
I met a Nigerian guy at my job. Let’s call him Femi. I’m really hoping that Femi isn’t his real name because I cannot remember now what he said his name is, but I know it was a common Yoruba name like Femi. Anyway, he had come to the office like 3 times, and every single time he came, he said not more than ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’ to me. Until the day he found out I was Nigerian.
Oh, you’re Nigerian? From what part? Do you speak Igbo? When last were you in Nigeria? How long have you been in America? What about your parents? Blah. Blah. Blah. Then, of course, answering all these questions somehow got interpreted as “Yes, I’d like to be friends with you, so let’s exchange numbers.”
I told him I was not available to be friends (not in these exact words), and he proceeded to ask, “Does your man know he’s lucky?” But who told Femi that my man is lucky? I mean, of course, he is – if I do say so myself – but this is really something I have been trying to keep a secret because I don’t want to intimidate other women (whose men aren’t half as lucky).
Well, there, the cat’s out of the bag. My man is lucky. Thank you, Femi, for pointing that out. I’m blushing. *insert straight face* And Femi was really feeling himself, like he had just spoken the deepest, most flattering words to me. Sure.
P.S. In case you’re wondering, I always use Chiwetel’s picture when I’m talking about a random Nigerian man. He’s a fine boy, so he qualifies.
You are somehow, Vera. Lmaoooooooo. Ugh “…but this is really something I have been trying to keep a secret because I don’t want to intimidate other women (whose men aren’t half as lucky).”