Still on my story, you following?I’m still dazed. Some lady fell in love with me because I saved her from thugs? I mean, that cutie with voluminous dark hair, extravagant jewellery, black stilettos with scuffs on the heel could fall for a make-up phobic like me? Lol.
I’m not finished. She continued, like a joke, ‘Joe, would you marry me?’ What?! A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment. I couldn’t possibly picture I’ll-tell-u-who , with her slight figure, and grey-brown fake hair, later on in my life, nursing children from fat breasts, chapped nipples, succumbing slowly to the natural bodily decline of motherhood – sagging stretchmarks, cerebral despondency etc. So i tell her, “In a movie-drama acting piece of setting, I’d marry you, but now, no, I’m waiting for the Rapture.” Ha ha, or maybe I don’t have an open mind, the trouble with having one, of course is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it, even plants will try you (weed).