I was talking to Auntie Sindy on the phone after supper, when the topic of marriage and relationships came up.

I realised that the Queen Bitch thinks I'm a flirt, yet is afraid of me falling in love and marrying too early.

Contradictory, I say.

Am I not old enough to date a few people, and find someone I want to spend the rest of my life with?

She plans to keep me out of reach until I'm at least 30. WTF. And by then, NO ONE would want me.

I refuse to let that happen. It's my life, and I live it the way I want to.

If I have to squeeze a baby out of me just to make sure I get married, then so be it. I refuse to let another person dictate my life, other than God.

Although that would mean forgoing my dream wedding and proposal. =/

I think I have the fat genes of my aunties. It runs in the K family, I think. Skinny when young, fat when older.

Point of reference: The F.F and relatives. LOL.

Everyone's afraid of me ballooning out of proportion and getting so fat, I won't look good in a wedding dress. ROFL.

If a man were to judge me based on my weight, then I guess he isn't worth spending the rest of my life with. No doubt I would want to stay healthy, but I'm just not obsessed over my fat distribution.

I feel fine and happy without the need for men to judge how I look.

Supper with Johnson was fun. The ride on his Bumblebee was nice, with cool crisp air in my face while we sped down the expressway. The usual place for supper wasn't usual today. We talked about boobies. LOL.

He saw a bunch of girls all decked out in skin tight mini dresses with brack bla and forced cleavages, wondering out loud if they were suffering from wardrobe malfunction, hence the brack bla + holey toga dress combo.

I educated him of some girls' deliberate wardrobe malfunction for specific occasions and how cleavages were squeezed out of nothing.

LOL.

"Cleavage is a science. A combination of Ergonomics and Material Engineering." LOL.