It's like a HEATWAVE!
My GOSH people. London is HOT! And when I say hot, I'm talking about my flat being so roasty that keeping the fan on constant, abandoning the PJs, and consuming Fruit Pastelle Ice lollies every hour (on the hour) aint doing it! Nope! Not at all! I'm glistening up in here!
But - I'm not going to complain because when the weather gets a little nutso like this, it gives social commentators like me plenty to chew on. Like...it's funny how the sun's come out and all of a sudden brothers are trying to spit their A-game. (Bear in mind, B-game is for the clubs - "Can I buy you a DRANK?"- C-game is MSN/Twitter/Facebook - "I like your profile picture" - and Z-game is the infamous "Have I seen you somewhere before?". All of them make me ill). Hands up, I rarely get approached on road as my various headwraps (or afro concoctions) seem to scare off the man dem (although there was that one time when the Mos Def-looky-likey tried his luck- I guess he thought, I'm conscious, she looks conscious...we could write poetry together. Bah! LOL)
But man, today, within the space of 30mins (I kid you not) and I had one dude actually trying to STOP me with the kind of flattery that'd only tickle Mrs Insecurity, while brother number two had such a pseudo-New Yorker accent, I simply wanted to slap him. In the right eye.
Heat + testosterone = shame, a waste of my time and the perfect blog material. (Although, just a little footnote - I didn't actually shut these brothers down - that'd just be plain rude...I smiled, walked away, and starting drafting this blog in my mind (giggle)
LOL that is hilarious, they say you can always get something positive out of negative experience and you certainly did.