Story of my life
The year is 2030. Majority of the youth today will be parents and the obvious question from the former bundle of joy turned home-made terrorist comes: “How did you meet mom?”
The resulting facial expression depends on three things; If he was forced to marry after the two month old girlfriend got pregnant and didn’t even know where she came from, if he married for love only or if both mom and dad had hit the dreaded 30’s and needed to sire ASAP.
The kind of expression is that of nostalgia, reminiscing about the days he was a “free man” and how much fun he had until he checked into lock down. Being the era of Facebook and Twitter, I can bet my salary majority of the marriages will have been made possible by the two social media networks.
The year was 2010, he starts, there was this thing called Facebook.(The kid looks at him wondering with amazement because FB will be so “yesterday” at that time and chuckles)
As I was saying, it was 2010 and I was on Facebook going through my friends pictures and I saw this girl holding a bottle of Smirnoff Ice Black screaming so loudly, I could see her thorax, she was really pretty so I tagged myself to that picture.
I figured out who she was and I clicked on her link and sent her a “friend request” with a simple message, “Hi, I think you are pretty”.
She did not accept my request immediately, infact she waited for six months before she agreed. (At this point, the mother walks in and explains the delay)
He had this shady profile picture and we only had two friends in common and I didn’t know the other two. I went to his pictures and saw he had tagged himself in one of the pictures and I thought he was a stalker like many men back then so I waited until we had several friends in common who I asked about him.
Immediately I accepted his request, he wrote on my wall “Thanks for the add”. Surely, how blonde can someone be, we used to have something called “Inbox” which was private. But that was not the worst thing, he had subscribed to some “Gift” applications that kept throwing pillows, snowball cats, chocolates and flowers at me!
(He looks embarrassed but takes over the story) I kept poking her but she never poked me back or even send one of those virtual gifts I kept sending her way.
(Mother) Worst thing was he was always the first person to comment on my status updates every single time. I would write “Bored” and he would be there two seconds later, “What’s wrong hun?”
I even put a dot on the status, he would still comment and even “like” it. I thought he was psycho! He was all over my wall and pictures he practically owned my FB account.
(Father) I was a consistent man and I knew if I kept entertaining her, she would respond and she did.
We set up a date and went to Java where she came with three of her friends. They asked for the most expensive stuff there that I only took a pot of tea which was cheaper.
We then started hanging out and then one day she was pregnant and guess who was the daddy?