Women Liberation - My Right To Toast!

I’m a flirty kind of girl. When I see a guy I fancy, I pout my lips, bat my lashes and frantically wave my hands to get his attention. Ok, I’m exaggerating, but you get the drift.

For centuries the daughters of Eve have been trying to get women liberated from being house slaves to being a host of other things (who would have imagined a female astronaut?). Well, during one of my musing sessions, I suddenly got a bright moment of awakening. I realised that while these feminists/liberalists fought for the right to vote, drive and equal pay with men at the work place, none of them ever carried a placard demanding for the right to make the first move on a guy. Yes, why not. Why do we ladies have to sit around waiting for you guys to talk to us and ask us out on dates and to be your girlfriends/wives. Why I say? What about my right to toast?

So, with these thoughts somewhere in my sub conscious I stumbled across a piece of chocolate. I mean I saw him amidst a sea of men and I thought yum! He was all suited up (which I love) and rocking a sexy beard. I spent the next couple of hours watching him watching me. Before I knew, it was time to go and I found myself thinking ‘how far, is this guy going to make a move or not’. When I got tired of waiting, I said to myself, ‘wetin sef, I’m a fine girl jo, I can make the first move’. Feeling so 2012 rather than 2011, I scribbled my number on a piece of paper and made my move. Well, soon after, even before things kicked off…, I got bored! I quickly realised what I always knew. I like the dark ages! I’m a woman and I love the pursuit! Not that I’m one to play hard to get but I prefer the man to make the first move. Call me old fashioned but I’d rather remain restless and anxious hoping and praying that a guy noticed me noticing him than to make an outright move on him.

In conclusion, I’d like to say kudos to all you ladies who are fierce go getters and enjoy making a move on that hot guy that you just can’t let slip away. As for the rest of you (like me) who’d rather allow your blood pressures rise until he comes over to say hi (after all its part of the excitement isn’t it?) let me hear you say here here!