Art Thou Thy Bae's Bae?

I really do not know where to start from. All I know is that I have seen better days. Ironically, if this over hyped biological clock of a thing has taught me anything, it is that God’s time is the best. So until Mr Right finally decides to show up, I’d be here chilling on my grind and prepping to be the best better half I can be.
Think of any kind of guy you can possibly imagine, I have met his clone and worse. All manner of men. Ranging from the block-headed blokes to the I don’t do relationships guy to the control freak to the mamma’s boy to the imperfect gentleman and then the suave player. Right when I thought my man hunt had found its way into the memory lane, I realized I’m nowhere but back at the very point I started: square one!
Couple of years back, I met this very fine young man on one of the few social media platforms I belong to, we got talking and he became an acquaintance in no time. As we got to know each other better, I realized we hail from and grew up from the same city, have a couple of mutual friends and have a lot of things in common. I really did not think anything was going to come out of it as he was not residing in my side of the world at the time. A while after we got talking, my phone crashed and now I wish I did not replace it.

……..to be continued 🙂


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