The Bachelorette Diaries (Wk9, 2012)

They say (I don’t know who the hell ‘they’ are, but ‘they’ couldn’t have been further from the truth) that human mind functions well until one falls in love.

I am in love (head over heels actually).

No matter how much I try not to be ensnared by my feelings, I can’t hold back.

Really, I mean, I wanted (my new year’s resolution) to get myself hitched, but here I am flabbergasted by myself.

Apart from attending John Michuki’s obsequies (special invitation), the fallen Kenya environment minister, I have not been able to do something worth a dime.

Unlike me, I have been on phone most of the time (sex-texting) and I even re-activated my Facebook account.

Man, I feel like a woman.

Frank is the bomb.

But I have not had a chance to meet him this week – how I miss him.

On Thursday I got a call from home. My employer, Yedioth Ahronoth (where I’m a quasi-Managing Editor) called me for an abrupt meeting and the next thing I was doing was last minute travel arrangements and hopping in on a plane to Israel.

I cursed the senseless fiend for spoiling my much anticipated date, but I had to go – the boss had called.

Now, here I am enjoying six-star service at David Intercontinental (fringe benefits – comes with the package and position up the food chain) wishing every minute was the last.

I miss Frank so much.

Copyright ©Elove Poetry, 2012. All rights reserved.

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