He was.

I used to be so picky when it came to who I should date.
You had to be educated, have a fashion sense, the right body and looking good never killed nobody and all that was because I know what I want.
Until I met him...No it wasnt love at first sight, it grew stronger everyday.
He was one of those smart and shy looking guys not really Mr Hot or the typical type.
Funny guy but still sensitive with a warm heart.
I would suddenly pause from work and allow him to dominate in my mind, smiles were the order of the day.
Strong arms maybe I even thought he was going to marry me. *Sigh*.
Why would you date someone who does not possess the features you dream of.
I call that settling for less but does it matter when you love.
It didnt matter to me.
I still ask myself why he left , I am hot, smart and stylish.
Well maybe thats what happens when you feed a pig strawberry.

I am a lady, talking sports and politics sometimes bore me (yawns), even though I am a Journalist in training.
I woulnt call it ignorance, I am a colourful person and trust me there aint nothing colourful about Jacob Zuma (ANC) and Bafana Bafana.
It is green and gold all the way baby, come to think of it I dont remember wearing those two colours together argggg.
I chose to be a voice to the voiceless but I will never forget about myself and what I have to say.
I have a lot to say especially where fashion trends and beauty are concerned.
Ever heard of a Fashion Journalist or a Beauty Bulletin writer ,.. well I aspire to be one.. shushshshshsh dont tell anyone just yet..