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.
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