I'm like a designer item...

On the topic of marriage yet again, for some time now I have been trying to fit my situation to something in the outside world. Why is it that after so many possible suitors I am still single? The more I ask myself that question, the more frustrating it can get. Don't get me wrong this whole thing doesn't play on my mind 24/7 because mostly I have my mother's word ringing in my ear; 'it will happen when the time is right and when HE wants it to happen, meaning God'. So I let it be, but occasionally every so often the topic of marriage quite frankly pisses me off.



So I was thinking on, along the lines of a Prada Handbag or a pair of Roberto del Carlo Shoes, or maybe a Marika Charles Scarf, anything that has a designer label attached to it with a very expensive price tag. The things that you and me and most ordinary folk can’t really buy unless the proceeds of our monthly salary go towards the purchase of that one item.



Anyway I was assuming these category of items, you walk pass designer stores and gaze at the displays or even go into stores like Barneys and Harrods and take a leisurely walk around the outlet thinking how superb all these items are, and even utter the odd occasional ‘wow’ or ‘that really is nice’ and all the pleasurable things one would utter when one sees or maybe even indulges in something so lovely.

Now my point was I decided I felt a bit like one of these Prada Handbags or a Marika Charles Scarf. I have had endless possible suitors come by our place for afternoon tea. I swear I am pretty sure I have had way more than my fair share of tea making and all the pleasantries that go with it, and well the fact is I am still single.



Now I am not going to delve into the kind of people these guys have been, that is a completely different matter, which maybe I can come back to some other time. But the main point here is that either I have not been good enough for any of them, which is a very depressing thought or they were just not good enough for me; now that thought is rather liberating!



Then there are those guys that just pay you what appears as a compliment; some male colleague at work, or a guy at a party or a function you are at. You know the one’s that go ‘you are a total stunner’ or ‘you look really hot’ or ‘you really would make a good wife’ blah blah blah, the comments that make you feel good about yourself for about a split second, because you have your head in the clouds or something but then reality kicks in and you suddenly remember yeh right..all that and I’m still single!

In any case I figured, that’s what I was; a designer item in a store, great to admire by all those wannabies (btw did I mention already I love this word, I’m not really into all this urban stuff but this world really does work for me, it kind of incorporates into lots of different situations and well it does all the talking for me, one word and it paints the picture I want it to) that wished their pockets would stretch far enough to get a hold on too something so good, but never really do, so they just want to gaze and never take me home for keeps.



I thought about this little notion a bit more and realised I had an even better conception, designer items are only bought by, well those that have the capital and I think also by those that really are made to wear such exquisite things or own them.



That's when I told myself that I am a single exclusive designer item and will only be going into the ultimate companionship of the one guy who will truly want me and mostly significantly deserves me so no matter how many wows I get, the wow that will sweep me off my feet will come (notice how mum's words relate to this bit) and that wow will be from a very special person and not just some random prospective suitor that all my nearest and dearest keep throwing at me.

If you're a guy and think you would like to take this Lanvin bag or Erdem Scarf home then get in touch :P



Aisha