Dear Future Husband 2....

I typed this up in 2011. It's been lying around here as a draft for 2 years. People clamored on Facebook for a part 2. I guess I could not post it because it was a lot more mushy than the first where I was demanding and snotty.






Dear Future Husband,

You are taking your precious time, I have met a couple of frogs and some of them were mine.....

May I call you DFH?

I might prove to have a very tough exterior but on the inside, I'm a softie..lol...I'm not sure I believe it but that's what most people say so I'll say it.

I dream of you nowadays. Sincerely. I know what I want you to be, don't disappoint me...
It's not bad for a girl to dream, is it?

So I don't believe in romance and I don't believe in love. If you're a good companion, you will be sent from above.

A romantic gesture for me would be slow dancing in the middle of traffic..lol..but with Lagos roads that's planning a suicide...

I love stuffed toys, perfumes, dogs and fast cars. I hate dirty houses, dirty dishes, dirty anything.

Dear Future husband, you are taking your precious time,

Dear Future Husband, I long to call you mine.....

A Comeback? Maybe?

I have been wondering what it would feel like to blog again. I have not posted anything on line except of course my twitter feed, which in itself I have contributed to sparingly, in 2 years. There is no one here, anyway. Those who I used to thirst for their blog posts have long stopped blogging. What would be the use? Sharing my thoughts with an echo?

An echo so loud, the cacophony occupies your thoughts, making you think of nothing other than the resounding silence that precedes the outpour of your innermost thoughts, the outflow of emotion.

I remember logging on last year and as if with a vengeance, deleting loads and loads of posts. Almost so my future employer would not run into any of my former blog posts and decide not to employ me.

Okay seriously, some of my former blog posts just read embarrassing!

I can't laugh. Now, I call myself a writer. I read what I wrote in the past and I cringe. I couldn't even take time to capitalize what needed to be capitalized and I used many many contractions. I still do. Don't blame me. Blogging was a semi formal sort of place, in fact it was an informal place one could pour what ever needed pouring. And I poured. I remember spewing stuff about painful break ups and letting go of relationships that hurt. I read some blogs now and I see the same pattern and I know...

.......This jero just started blogging...

There are some blogs I read and I end up being impressed. Some people caught on really late to the blogging thing and they are doing a pretty decent job of it. This morning, I thought again about it, even if I wanted to come back, what do I make this blog about? Do I continue with the randomness that I have sustained since 2007 on this space where I used to vent everything and anything.

Before I ramble on about nothing, I am trying to decide, do I make a come back or not?