While I Wait…



You ever get into the car and make to go somewhere, only to get to a major intersection and be met with traffic that has You wishing You could drive on shoulders?
Okay, let’s try again, ever heard the theory that the queue You leave, to join a seemingly faster-moving queue, Β is when the one you left, begins to move along quite efficiently well. You guessed it, the queue You joined just ground to a halt!!

Share some similar situations that You may have been through, if You may?


I think about You, and Your social skills.
Are You kind?
Do you consider others more highly than yourself?
And if I should get hot and bothered, do You have it in You, to let me down gently?

Those are some questions that run through my mind with You running circles around my anticipation of meeting with You.

Until next time,
Easy Does It πŸ™‚

What Does It Mean (For A Lady) To Be Pursued?

This year has seen me walk away from wonderful opportunities and people because the situations arising, rubbed me the wrong way….and I subscribe to the school of thought that says ‘Life is to be savoured and not belaboured’.

For the life of me, I don’t know what deliberate and purposeful pursuit looks like.
Is it anything like the crested cranes’ type of pursuit?

Feel free to share your thoughts.
And experiences.

Till next time πŸ™‚
Easy does it.

I Know They Still Make ‘Em Like This

Baby come to me
I will chase your tears away
Put your trust in me
Girl I swear I’ll never change
Darling you will see
That my love is here to stay
I promise you, I will be true
From here and now, forever girl

I said I love you
I said I care
When I tell you I love you
It mean I always will be there
I’ll never leave you
I ain’t goin’ nowhere
When I tell you I love you
Cross my heart I will be there

Open up your heart
Don’t be afraid to love again
We can take it slow
You should know I understand
Baby take your time
And I don’t care how long it takes
‘Cause I promise you, I’m here for you
From here and now, forever girl I

And I will be there
(and I will be there for you)
Forever sincere to you
(girl I’ll always care for you)
I just wanna share my life with you
Right here, right now, forever girl I


….this portion of the post id adapted from the musicalΒ  ‘FAME’ and had me thinking…

There are some things
success is not.

It's not fame.
It's not money or power.

Success is waking up
in the morning

so excited about
what you have to do

that you literally
fly out the door.

It's getting to work
with people you love.

Success is connecting with the
world and making people feel.

It's finding a way to
bind together people

who have nothing in
common but a dream.

It's falling asleep at night knowing
you did the best job you could.

Success is joy and
freedom and friendship.

And success is love.

Not sure I can say I have success…
till next time,
easy does it πŸ™‚

Do I Have Anything To Do With It?

Clearly I do not, what with posting whilst the world around me gets engrossed in each others auras and undertones of emotion therein.

I have been to the school of hard-knocks, and I’ll carry you through a few of the scenes from that school.

We worked together, liked each other, and I was still in denial – kept droppin’ the Positive-K line ‘I got a man’ … fast forward to some months in the future, and we were an item, met his family, picked out babies names, then I froze, asked for time apart…and we never were the same again. Suffice it to say He moved on with someone else, so did I, then our respective relationship bottoms fell out, and we kinda toyed with the idea of getting back together. I fancied the idea of being his girl, but more than that, I wanted him to pursue me – something that took the sails outta what would have been a rousing reunion. End scene.
We met at the canteena above that radio station and got talking, before you know it, we’ve been seeing each other 3years when…enter another lady, eight months heavy with his baby. Needless to say that scene eneded a lot faster than it played out.

And these kinda played out in three different frames and predominantly stuck to the same script.
We meet up, the chemistry is earth shattering. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you want to look at it, I am on a sabbatical from any form of physical gratification, so the most that would happen was innuendo from height to height and then a controlled ‘see you around’ over coffee or a juice for me and a beer for him.
And this guy would later reveal that there is a girl who calls him boyfriend, and that kinda leaves me questioning what all this ‘chemistry was about’.
That scene usually ends as soon as it begins.

So it brings me to the QUESTION – Do I Have Anything To Do With It?

till next time
easy does it πŸ™‚

Shhhh….I can here my teeth chatter

…Would best define the limbo I’m in right now. I have a flu the size of Congo, and a headache to match. I send my Mother and Sister to concerts that I’d love to go to myself – I don’t go thanks to the energy-depleting cold.
One of my friends is getting married tomorrow and I know she’d want me to be there for her, the snag is she might fancy a snazzy dress over a pair of jeans and an overcoat, which are what I’d rather don. I can’t for the life of me figure out what I will wear to her wedding. It will come to me.
I mustn’t forget that in the quest for love of my own, standing out as the brightest in a room full of darkness is going to prove a tough one to work out – what with being the Bride’s support and not stealing her thunder in the same breath… I’ll stick with the angels in that decision, breathe.
It’s her day. She’s going to shine, and amma polish her surface to further brighten her shimmer πŸ™‚
It’s friday night, I’m stuck with a cold, I’ve got a debt to pay, and I haven’t seen my mates in a bit – so yeah, I want to hang out too….decisions….decisions…decisions…

till next time
easy does it πŸ™‚