Blesser ... by default

Ok, I am disbelief. Disbelief mixed with astonishment. I have been toying with the idea of putting the source of my astonishment on paper. Following the events that inspired the observations that I am about to share below, I could not help but ask myself numerous questions such as: “wow, does this stuff really happen”, “was I featuring in some comedy-drama-reality show”, “was there a hidden camera somewhere to capture all the strange incidents”, “was I participating in some social experiment to prove some crazy hypothesis”???

I consider this post to be some kind of community service; I would even dare say that after writing this, I have fulfilled my 67 minutes of performing random acts of kindness for the community. You may be wondering what community I am referring to, well to the community of singles out there. Now that I think about it, both guys and gals stand to benefit, particularly the former though.

Also, if you happen to be stalking me or rather doing your “research” in an effort to gather valuable information about how to approach me, you will find this extremely useful – please potential beau DO NOT make these mistakes because my tolerance levels have expired – with no chance of renewal.

·        Guys, please note that when you are pursuing a lady and you ask her out for a meal, it’s not cool to be the one that suggests that you split the bill – especially not on the first date. I mean come on, I am sure that that’s an unwritten rule somewhere, right? If there’s going to be any bill splitting rather let me be the one to suggest it and then you ought to politely decline and cover it. Now don’t misunderstand, me, this is not to suggest that I cannot pay, because I most definitely can, but I just prefer my suitor to step up….and yes somewhere down the line I would not mind treating you at all.

 

·       Guys, please do not turn me into your blesser. Like, I only realised that I had been turned into blesser after one of my friends brought it to my attention. How did I turn into a blesser you may ask, well after a while I actually realised that I had been consistently sponsoring meals and outings, SHO imagine!

 

·        Guys, so let’s say that I am running a few errands at the grocery store and you happen to come along for the trip. As I push my trolley through the aisles please refrain from grabbing all the snacks you want and putting them in the trolley and when we get to the till you fold your arms - all the time.  

 

·        Guys, please do not suggest that we go out to get a quick bite to eat…and when we get there, we order…and then you fold your arms with the grand expectation that I will cover the meal – all the time.

 

So in essence, guys please ensure that when you are with your boyz, you actually school one another on “shelling etiquette”. If you don’t find joy within your circles, then feel free to find a lady who will kindly school you so that you do not make the above mistakes.

But hey, different strokes for different folks I guess, that’s just me though.