ok you know how i said that this week is turning out to be a horror week, i didn't realise that it would involve a proposal from a 45 year old man.
i swear people, i do not make these things up, for some reason life likes to laugh at me, and most of the time i can find things funny, yesterday was one of those days where i would have opted for a time out.
I'm walking home from work, i swear to Allah minding my own business, keeping my head down and thinking of what to cook, I'm about 5 minutes walk away from my doorstep and i can see some one approaching on a bike but i didn't give them another thought until that is the rider got right next to me and said 'hello' with a big grin on his face.
to which i replied hello and carried on walking, but he was adamant to speak to me and he caught my attention by saying' oh my god i remember you from 2 years ago'
me: sorry? (i didnt remember this man at all, hes bald apart from a few strands of hair, a charley chaplin moustache and thick eye glasses)
man: yes, don't you remember, i saw you at a bus stop and i was lost and i asked you for directions and you helped me out, remember?
me: sorry??? (i had a face that was really expressive, because he realised that i didn't remember at all)
man: you must remember, i told you i was from darna (a city in Libya), i didn't realise you where Libyan until i asked you where you where from?
when he said he was from darna, i instantly remembered, and it all came back to me in a flash, 2 years ago this guy was lost and i gave him directions, he then told me that he was fresh from Libya and didn't know his way about, he then asked me when i had converted to Islam, and i told him that i was born a Muslim to which he asked where i was from, so i hesitantly told him Libya, to which he acted shocked but said he was happy to see practising Libyan girls in Britain, and he acted like a nice 3amoo (uncle) and thats how i treated him like a 3amoo.
i even went home and told my dad how i had helped out a really nice Libyan man who was lost, end of story or so i thought.
2 years later the same guy is on a bike talking to me, so he was asking what i was doing with my life and if i was still Libyan???????? what kind of question is that, its like asking do you still have a heart that beats?
so i was politely answering his questions, he then asked me how old i was, so i told him, and then he comes out with the 'what would you say if i asked you to marry me?'
at this point i felt like i had been slapped across the face, i just looked at him like he was out of his mind,
he noticed and said 'ok, how about i send people to your house to speak to your dad?'
i started to walk away...
he followed me on his bike.
i continued to walk away, he said ' please tell me what you think?'
i stopped and asked him how old he was, not because i was interested but because i was trying to remind him of his place, he answered 45, i swear he knocked of a couple of years because he so looked allot older.
i walked away, he shrugged and said ' a person can try cant they?'
when i reached my door step, he cycled past me with a toothless grin.
maybe i am a 3ajooza lol
sometimes i feel like i carry an invisible sign over my head that says freaks and weirdos come speak to me.