I'm a chicken.

I am sitting here shaking my head at myself right now.

I am a chicken.

I am a chicken.

I am a chicken.

I am a chicken.

I am a chicken.

I had to write that 5 times because it’s the truth. I’ll tell you how my week played out, well the experiment aspect of it not the whole thing nosy :p

          At the time of my last post there were 3 guys who were emailing me right but one just suddenly stopped and I kind of wondered why? Like dude I’m a catch so what is your problem (It stung a little as you can see lol). Anyways, a little information about Match 1 and Match 2.

Both of them have these same stats: 23, Caucasian, never married, no kids, Christian, some other good qualities and they are 6’4 and 6’1 respectively, like 6ft 4 inches. There aren’t that many cute tall dudes who are available anymore and I was like hmmm. So the conversation with match 1 started out with him emailing me and we talked about movies and gradually into talking about favorite spots and where we could hang out and regular stuff right and he honestly seemed cool. Match 2 I emailed first. So I have to say this, my 2 lines that I sent to this guy took me like 35 minutes to compose. Like what do you say to someone you have never met, no common ground nothing at all. It was just a pain in the ass and the email I got from match.com specifically said not to just say hey/hi or say something like you’re cute. You’re supposed to say something catchy enough to make them want to reply you. I would love to wait for guys to email me first but I had to step up my matching game. This subscription is for ONE month only, nothing more nothing less and if it doesn’t work out oh well.

        Let me tell you why I admit to being a chicken. I was supposed to hang out with Match 1 this Saturday right. I had said I would think about it when I emailed him last which was on Thursday of last week and had every intention of going. As Saturday drew nearer I started to think about all the scary movies that involved someone getting kidnapped I had ever seen and I started to get paranoid. Like what if this dude turned out to be a creep of something even worse? Anyways but Thursday night I had convinced myself that he didn’t seem like the type but by Saturday morning the paranoia was back I was busy early Saturday and by this time since I hadn’t confirmed if I would be able to make it or not, I just emailed him to say I had something I couldn’t get out of and we should plan for next weekend. I’m not sure why I did that but pls abeg if I get kidnapped, amongst other things that would go wrong I would never be able to finish up this experiment. It would be devastating right. So come next date I shall be well prepared and ready to do this.

Mr. Match 2 wants to hang out but since we bonded over Zumba he has suggested we go to a class together. I don’t know about that one oh I mean common first time meeting someone and it’s to go and sweat profusely over weird looking dances. I say weird because the instructors always look sexy when doing it but you as a student have a hard time keeping up and getting the steps. So not only would I look like a weist, I would also be sweating like a Christmas goat… Nuh uh

          There are several other guys who send occasional winks. This one boy was 19, like gosh my age is clearly displayed and this particular boy look like he could be 15 with his slow growth of a beard. Smh

It’s just beginning forreal guys… keep reading and I’ll keep entertaining you ;)