Well it's been a good long while since my last post and that has been 60% due to me being busy and 40% due to sheer laziness. A great many things have happened since I last posted, so many in fact, that I don't even know where to begin!

I'll start with this...I broke my ankle while playing basketball (typical of me and my clumsy self)...which led me to go to the med clinic to get it checked out, where I just so happened to meet the man of my dreams...who turned out to be getting married 2 weeks from that very day...The story goes a little something like this...I hobbled into the clinic using my roommate Ama, who drove me there, as a crutch, she sat me down so that she could find a better parking spot...In walks this magnificent creature of a man, lookin all tall and scrumptious...anyway...he sits down next to me (and I'm looking as busted and sweaty and bummy as ever of course). After a few moments go by, he goes to me, "OOOHHHH, that doesn't look good" and is looking at my foot. Of course I'm horrified that he even looked in my direction as horrible as I look right now...I mumble something like "It feels worse than it looks if you can imagine" He goes..." Ya I can, I used to play football (soccer for you N. Americans) and I've seen and felt it all." I'm like DAMMIT!! He's a footballer (my one athlete weakness)?? This is is too much! The pain is making me delirious at this point and I'm afraid I'm going to say something I might regret, so I make some sort of mumbling noise to show acknowledgement...the guy keeps talking, starts asking me questions, where I'm from, what I do, etc...I tell him I'm Somali, just finished school am few months away from moving back to Namibia, where I grew up...He goes "No way! I'm half Somali half Italian!

So now I'm looking around for Ama to see of she's going to pop up from behind a door saying "It's June, but April fools biatch!" Cuz this has got to be a joke now...I'm in pain and pissed now so I go "Is this some kind of joke? Where's Ama?" He looks at me like I'm crazy...(I don't blame him) He goes " I don't know who Ama is, but this isn't a joke, my dad is Somali, my mom is Italian, I grew up in Italy, but I live here in Toronto now, I'm working as a financial consultant here. I just stare at him like I'm slow (mixture of pain and disbelief, he is sooooooo FINE, it's hard to look away and also because he looks mixed, but not the least bit Somali even though we come in all shades, I can still 96% (yes, I said 96%) of the time tell a Somali from a non Somali, even mixed ones)...So after a few moments, I aplogize and tell him I'm sorry I thought this was a joke, my roommate owes me one cause I played a really great one on her for April fools etc..." He starts laughing (I melted a little, he had dimples and a beautiful laugh) and goes "I see, I think we might get along, I'm a big prankster as well." I'm completely intrigued at this point, but there's something that is pulling at the back of my mind, so I ask him "So we know, why I'm here at the clinic, why are you?" He hesitates a little, then answers sheepishly (I wasn't imagining this, it was sheepish, like he was embarrassed to say) " My fiancee is a nurse here, our wedding is in 2 weeks and I came to pick her up to go check out the floral arrangements." I say "Oh that's nice." Meanwhile, my heart is completely sinking and I'm thinking damn bastard, why did you have to talk to me, I would've just admired you from afar in awe had you not. I'm sure my gut reaction is all over my face too because I'm terrible at hiding my emotions. And like clockwork, Ama comes strolling in and looks him over, raises her eyebrows at me and sits down with a big grin, and seconds later, his finacee comes into the room. The pair are like one of those ridiculous unfair couples that are almost too good looking to be together...I say to him "Well goodluck with everything (lamest last words EVER)" and I turn to Ama as he leaves with the wifey. I tell Ama the story and she laughs, saying " That is soooooo your life story!" I can't help but laugh at how right she is, this is typical of the kinds of scenarios I find myself in...until next time kids