On Wednesday, I went to Sam’s Club to buy some stuff. My intention was to pay cash for some stuff, and then pay with my card for the rest because I needed change to go to the African Store, and I don’t like paying with card @ the African store. No, I don’t trust my own people. Sad, I know.<\/p>\n
Anyway, I was in line, very distracted, thinking about God-knows-what. Prior to it being my turn to pay, I had everything figured out. I knew exactly what items I was going to pay for with cash and what items I was gonna pay for with my card. It got to my turn, I offloaded my items from my cart, and then the cashier said, “Hello, how are you doing today?” Kai! My people, that was how this boy just scattered my brain. He even had the balls to expose his white set of teeth and show me his beaurriful smile. It didn’t help that his voice was nice too. Yes, I have a male-voice fetish. <\/p>\n
All the time I had been standing in line, I had not realized just how fine the cashier was. If I had, I would have switched lanes with immediate alacrity. Why? Fine boys confuse me. They disrupt me. They discombobulate me. I don’t stand and stare or gawk at them, so it’s not like they make me walk into poles or something (na jazz?!<\/strong><\/em>). It’s more of a mental thing. I’m usually organized (even mentally. I mean, I arrange my thoughts too!<\/em><\/strong>). Fine boys just throw me off and make me forget what I was doing\/thinking. They spoil things. They wreck my mind. They make a total mess of my mental plans. They — well, you get the idea.<\/p>\n All this boy had to say was, ‘hello,’ and next thing I knew, I was sliding my card and paying for everything. As I was signing for my transaction, I was thinking to myself, ‘You big dummy, you weren’t supposed to put everything on your card<\/strong><\/em>.’ Funny thing is, I’m not someone who is so big on looks when it comes to dating. I mean, I cannot define physical beauty to you. I tend to fall for other things like the voice, the crazy sense of humor, playfulness, intelligence, not being into parties (or at least being partied out)…etc. I mean, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right? I’m usually the one who says a guy is fine and then friends are looking @ me like I’ve lost my good sense. So yeah, other things attract me first, I think.<\/p>\n