.....MY FAIRY TALE-the invitation

The night had been long, i had twisted and turned in my bed all night because Obi had asked me to spend the night at his after our dinner, i had refused, trying to add a little mystery to myself, after a lot of convincing as to how this will make us closer and hasten the "getting to know you process", I agreed to a weekend at his place, we hugged and called it a night.

Being that i still lived with my parent, i had to ask their permission, i am a working,28years old for Christ sake, not some high school girl, but my mum had set some ground rules that could not be flaunted, to fulfill all righteousness i complied.

Mum i will be at Obi's place this weekend, he asked me over, i said.

Nekky (which was her abbreviation for my name Nneka) hope this is not one of those unserious boys that just want to eat their cake and have it, amaghim nke bu sleepover.(I don't know what is sleepover) 

Here comes the diatribe i thought to myself.

All your mates are married with children and you are fooling yourself with this boy she continued.....(fading rants)...Like i will marry myself, i thought.

 I walked away without saying another word, but with a silent prayer to God to deliver me from my Mum and the society at large this early morning, i needed to be excited for the weekend

Why does society stigmatize girls who live on their own anyway and are confident enough to provide for themselves, i wondered, after all they didn't have to put up with this,but that's a discuss for another day.
For now, all i wanted was to find the perfect wardrobe for the weekend,i am a full figured lady and i am confident about my curves but i wanted something to wet his appetite and break his "chuchboy" persona.I was reading a book titled, WHY MEN LOVE BITCHES by Sherry Argov, and i was determined to lock this brother down.

I went to work with my overnight bag, excitement in my heart and a spring in my step.