So Nana Yaa has the apartment and is settling into life in Ghana with her posse. Works going good, friends are solid, time to find the guy yeah? First before I proceed, them outfits tho…
Having It All
The modern girl wants to have it all…but can she? The Dream Job? Probably. If she is willing to go after it with all she has. Financial Stability? Again, if she is willing to do what is necessary and put in the work, why not. Great friends? Sure. If she can be one too. Great Boyfriends, great sex, great love ? Eeeeeeehhhhh… It gets iffy here. Well, not for sex. Great sex really doesn’t require a great boyfriend or a great love, does it? Errrm…I digress. Hehehe!
This is the dilemma that our ladies find themselves in. Young and successful in the city. Jobs? Check. Financial stability? Check (apparently, financial independence makes you undesirable to some men). Great Friends? Check times 4 for each of them. Great boyfriends? Nope. Well except for Sade. My girl stays bawsing!
Just One Thing
It’s not like the girls are lacking in suitors. From every account they are exactly the kinds of women that young, talented and successful African men would want and there are men. Just men who snore, and who sweat and who take dumps. When I first watched this episode I was a little exasperated. I mean come on. I felt like they were nitpicking unnecessarily and I shaded all of them on my Facebook. But at the same time I know I have ended budding relationships on arbitrary and quite honestly silly rules. Like the guy who once texted me a picture… of his bicep (An unimpressive one at that. Seriously if you’re going to text me pics, make ’em good…wink wink…Not that! Bad pikin them! Hahaha! ) What I came to realize was that deep inside, I knew that things would not have worked out either way. The issue I found fault with was just something I latched onto to give myself a reason not to feel bad for breaking up. The flip side is, it makes one seems so shallow. If I really liked the guy, I’ll probably laugh my ass off if he farted in front of me or announced that he needed to take a dump. Also, I’d make recordings of his snoring so I can play back and laugh my ass of even more, maybe upload to his phone and change his ring tone without him knowing? Hehehe!
That being said, I talked this over with a couple of friends and the consensus seemed to be that in the first couple of months of the relationship, some things need not to be known. My question is, at what point is it ok for a guy to really feel free enough not to worry that one time he takes a dump wouldn’t ruin all the sexiness he’s been bringing your way? I mean look at this yumminess!
So we finally get to meet the One Who Brought Her Back. (Notice how she didn’t feel even the least bit self conscious that he literally walked in on her making the most obnoxious sounds possible?)
I can’t wait to hear the history here. He looks like he has some things he wants to say himself. Can I just say that I wasn’t quite feeling the chemistry? The activation energy wasn’t quite as high as I had hoped. Not enough increase in entropy. I saw lingering looks and longing gazes but not enough feeling behind those looks. I want to see fayah!
Anyway, moral of the story?
If, on day one, the thought of him pooping doesn’t make you chuckle, it’s not love.