Bookee's Thots

By  Seth Adam Smith   Having been married only a year and a half, I’ve recently come to the conclusion that marriage isn’t for me. Now before you start making assumptions, keep reading. I met my wife in high school when we were 15 years old. We were friends for  ten years  until…until we decided no longer wanted to be  just  friends. :) I strongly recommend that best friends fall in love. Good times will be had by all. Nevertheless, falling in love with my best friend did not prevent me from having certain fears and anxieties about getting married. The nearer Kim and I approached the decision to marry, the more I was filled with a paralyzing fear. Was I ready? Was I making the right choice? Was Kim the right person to marry? Would she make me happy? Then, one fateful night, I shared these thoughts and concerns with my dad. Perhaps each of us have moments in our lives when it feels like time slows down or the air becomes still and everything around us seems to draw in, ma

I met Pius Semilore Samuel on a cool Saturday afternoon in March. He had gone to visit a friend on the Street where the hairdressing salon I use is situated. I'd gone to retouch my hair that day. Coincidentally, his friend was seeing him off at the same time I was leaving the salon. As I was walking down the street, he drove up to me and asked me to hop that he'd take me wherever I was going. Now, that was rude and uncalled for. Some more decent girls wouldn't even look at him much less enter his car. But my case was different. I'll explain why.  As soon as he said it, I opened the door of the car and in I was. He looked at me like I was weird - then he started explaining how he usually didn't go after girls asking to lift them, how I was different and how he got captivated by my looks...blah, blah, blah. After his explanation, I just told him "take me to Kure Street, No 5...it's about 3 streets from here". I expected him to move immediately, but w