Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lay a damsel in nursing school. On a very eventful day, a dashing prince fell madly in love with the lovely damsel and they lived happily ever after with their six kids. THE END JK

I met a lovely darling princess named Sodjinin at a friend’s wedding. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she had to be mine. I met Sodjinin at a very hectic moment in my life. At that point in my life, I didn’t think a relationship was possible because I lacked one thing every women wanted........Time. I traveled from Texas to come visit my mother, and used the opportunity to also attend my friend’s wedding. I arrived at the location right on time (naija time), as I was about to enter the hall, I noticed a gorgeous lady in pink. I couldn’t stare for too long, so I don’t scare her away. I glanced at her a second time and my eyes weren’t deceiving me, she was truly gorgeous. From that point on, my naija senses started kicking in. I had to plan my approach. I had to bring out the cool kilo. I started stalking, I mean watching her from the moment I sat down. I saw who she spoke to, what table she sat, what drinks she drank. Most importantly I made sure there was no ring on her finger. I got up to speak to some guys from Morgan while also studying my damsel. She suddenly got up from her table and was heading to an upper floor. Praise the Lord, she was finally alone. I quickly excused myself and headed over to see her and was hot on her tail. The hall had three levels, a restroom upstairs and a restroom downstairs. It had very long stairs to get to either and I was going to use those few opportunities to impress her. She started walking up the stairs and I said excuse me Ms., do you happen to know where the restroom is? She answered yes it’s downstairs. My heart dropped, and my 40 seconds with her was just reduced to 5 seconds. That’s fine, at this point no need to be subtle, I was going to tell her how gorgeous she looked in the dress and how it complimented her shoes perfectly. I was going to make the save, while all this was going through my mind, she was already half way through walking up the stairs. Crap I blew my first chance.

Second Chance The groom was a dancer, and he had started a stepping routine to present to the crowd. People got up to watch. She had left her table to watch the routine. I got up right next to her and said hey you like those moves, and she was like yeh. What came out of my mouth next even shocked me, “I taught him those moves”. She was like really, from there onwards, I practically gave her a chemistry lesson in break dancing. From there I complimented her lovely lips to her ……. Once the flirting had commenced, it was time to seal the deal and collect her number. As I brought out my phone, Ahhhhh It WAS DEAD. My battery had failed me. Sensing time was running out, I motioned to my phone and said, I would love to take your number but Samsung feels otherwise. Would you mind taking mine instead? She smiled and said sure. She took my number then I made her text her name. Just because I know how girls are, I rushed to grab a pen. I handed it to her and asked if she could write her number on my right palm. She obliged, afterwards we danced the night away. I made sure I sprayed her very well, I had to make the best impression. I never let her out of my sight till she had to leave. It was the most wonderful night of my life. I rushed home to tell my family of the most beautiful lady in the world. When they asked me if I had gotten her number, I showed them the palm of my hand but it was gone. Alas I had used the restroom when I arrived and washed my hands. I could make out some of the numbers but most were gone. I fell into a deep sorrow my sister encouraged me by telling me i could try searching for her through wedding pictures posted on Facebook. Feeling sad I fired up my phone and I noticed a text message in there, and I remembered, it was the text I made her send me the first time.

I called her up immediately. We spoke for hours and then I asked her out after several outings. When I moved to California, she would travel to cook for me, and also helped me move between locations. She rarely raised her voice and rarely lost her temper. She had such a good heart that I really couldn’t point to anything I didn’t like about her. With every sacrifice she ever made for me, I knew I couldn’t afford to lose her. She was a perfect woman for me. On June 2, I proposed to her; that became the happiest day of my life. My happiest day keeps changing and I perfectly content with that. I look forward to what the future holds