Don't Know or One Sweaty Day or Pearls & Blue...

Hello Loviessss,

As i sit here staring at my laptop i don't know what title to give this blog post. How do bloggers do it sef, they always come up with fancy titles for their post. Sometimes you see "dots & pink, one stripped thursday, blues & pearls, thunder & lightening" and the list continues...LOL. Me i am running out of titles and i've reached deep into the really creative part of my brain and nothing is coming forth.

Anyways the day started really nice and the weather seemed okay with all the rain from the day before. For some reason, by the time i got to work the sun was all out on me. You know that kind of sun that feels like its shinning on just you and you alone. My AC was on full blast and i got to work only for them to tell me the generator had a slight issue and it was being fixed but would be ready in less than one hour. One thing people don't know about me is i sweat a lot especially under my arm but not on my face and its really annoying. Trust me i have tried it all; i have spent so much on antiperspirants and i've resolved to using sweat pads jeje when i wear shirts cos i love my shirts. But on this day, i forgot to wear my sweat pads so you can imagine how uncomfortable i felt when the much dreaded sweat started. I took some pictures, trying to hide it with no success I'm sure you can tell from some of the pictures *sad face*. Anyway, I very quickly left the office to go print out my bank statement hoping that when i get back the generator would be all sorted. Now this is where the story gets interesting :-) :-) :-)

I got into GTbank, the one near the palms shopping mall and just as i was waiting in line to walk into the security door, i noticed one bros wearing a crisp white native - buba & sokoto and red suede loafers (yes call me amebo...lol) looking very sharp behind me. I went in to do my business and i guess he went to do his cos i got lost in what i came for. 
Anyways i finished and headed straight for my car hoping the gen would be sorted to avoid my worstest nightmare and as i got into my car, someone knocked on the window of the passengers side. As i looked up, it was white native bros from earlier on. He said hello and introduced himself as O......... (hehehehehe no names) and said he had to rush after me cos he figured i was in a hurry. Anyways bros said he just wanted to tell me i looked really nice (seriously thats what a whole bros like you ran out of the banking hall to tell me...LOL) and asked if he could have my number or contact. Well as a nice sharp lagos geh girl i politely told him i don't give my number to strangers and he asked if he could give me his business card and i said sure (knowing i would dump it with my pile of clients business cards) and bros walked to a 2013 Porsche Cayenne and opens the door; errrrmmm this bros is not even playing o...LOL. He then hands the card to me and goes "you know i'll find you"? At this point i had*raised eyebrows". I said find fire in my mind and zoomed off smiling, saying to myself all these Lagos boys that wont allow someone rest and think everyone must fall for them sha.
I headed back to my office and thankfully the generator was sorted and i buried my head deep in the reports i had to submit and about 40mins later, my phone rang, showing an unregistered number. I picked up sounding ever so nice cos i lecture customer service and the next thing i heard was my name is O....... J....... i met you about an hour ago; it was bros on the phone. Jisoxxxxx ooooo how did this guy get my number now? Anyways i had a deadline on the reports so i told him i was in the middle of something and had to rush off. 
Moral of the story, Lagos boys are very resourceful.....Hahahahaaha. 

I ended up at my sister's house for dinner before heading to church for prayer meeting and my darling nephew was kind enough to take some shots of me and there was no sweaty me this time.

Have a great day lovies. 

Stay Chic.

xoxo.

Outfit
Shirt: Hawes & Curtis Old
Beads: Topshop
Pants: Gap
Belt: Hermes
Bag: Dolce & Gabbana
Suede Shoes:  Autograph M&S Really Old