ambassador

A few months back, I wrote a post titled 'Perfect Hair' where I was basically highlighting attributes and qualities of women that I would like to have rolled all into one..it was pretty insightful so visit click here to peep that. This morning I was awaken from a pretty light sleep to the thought of what IF, I found Perfect Hair, aka Ms PRSVR, Ms Ambassador of Pangea, Ms. Cool, Ms. Too Cool for School, Ms. Passport Pimpin, Ms. International, Ms. Fly There I Fly Back, Ms. Brandon Curtis Williamson. What would I do? Would I even be ready to accept such an honor? Would I realize it was her? Would she come and speak to me, because historically, I don't go speak at all so I hope she isn't somewhere holding her breath because ummmm..yea. I digress. What if I found someone that found everything that I spoke about interesting? What if I found someone that felt that all my jokes were funny? Even the ones that didn't make sense? What if I found someone that felt me spelling words backwards was interesting instead of freaking odd? What if I found someone that actually understood the image that I purport to the public but can see the real me behind it all? What if I found someone that appreciated the fact that I don't forget anything, but notice everything? What if I found someone that didn't criticize the things I do wrong, but helps me with them, and adores the things I do right? What if she didn't quite know yet, but was more than willing to learn?  What if I found someone who accepted that the only pick up line I have is "If you were my homework, I'd be doing you right now" and allows for that to ride? What if she couldn't quite cook the feast of all feasts, but would make sure I didn't starve? What if she did all that and was still attractive?! What if she was the perfect height with and without heels? What if her complexion was the same color that you see when you close your eyes? What if her size was the new definition of what perfect was? Still light kinda, but kinda dark...short but kinda tall..thin but kinda thick..still proper, but can be hood. But what if she never asked me how I get money!?!???!? LIKE EVER!! What if she was a million miles away but felt like she was around the corner? What if my favorite season was her favorite season? What if we had so much in common that somehow someway, we were still different enough to maintain a balance? What if she interrupted me writing this by asking me what am I doing? What if I had FINALLY met Perfect Hair, but I met her at 4:00 instead of effing 8:00!??!?!? lol
My first blackberry I ever had was perfecttiming@nextel.blackberry.net and I listed that as my email because in my twisted mind, I am never wrong...of course I really am at times, BUT as long as I correct it, I'm never wrong so even when I am late, I am on time. And if I'm early, I'm on time. Often times, I for one be talking the talk of a talker, but not often because I work. One thing I am big on is chance so by chance I happen to meet Perfect Hair at 5:23 pm on July 4, but wasn't gonna be ready for her until October 25 at 7:19 at an airport in Prague, trust me, I was there when I was supposed to be..but were you?!

Ambassador of Sweet Talk!!! lmao