Me and Mr Jones

I used to be engaged. His name was Richard Jones, and he was perfect. He was tall, gorgeous, he had a good job, he was nigerian (imp to the parentals), was a christian, and he loved me, but he wasn't the one.........
Has that ever happened to you? When everything seems that it should be right, but somehow its not??
I met Richard when I was in school, and by school I mean university. I was at one of those parties, that every student seems to congregate at. The room was dark, (when isn't it?), and I was just thinking to myself, what in the world am I still doing at this party, when I heard a voice say behind me ( and I kid you not)... "I saw you in my dreams" I KNOWWWWWWWWWW!!! So I spun round, about to give the evil eye to this corny, cheesy, dude, and I turn and I look at this 6'3, absolutely gorgeous guy, with cheekbones to die for, and the most devastating smile, which he was flashing at me, and the insult I was supposed to fire at him, died in my throat, and what I came out with was......so what was I doing in your dream? All the while batting my eyelashes flirtatiously - or so I thought, until he asked if something was in my eye?

Well that was where it started, we exchanged numbers and he called me the next day, none of this three day rule nonsense ( I hate that), and we talked, and talked. He was an engineer (but you knew that already - well unless you thought he was a doctor or a lawyer) in the making, and it was his final year, but he had already got his job sorted out. He was a christian, and shared the same beliefs and values I did. He got on with my friends, well I didn't know Ronke then, but he got on with Tobi and Michael, and the girls I was hanging out with then - Yetunde and Laura ( side note to myself, need to call those girls sometime), he got on with my family. My mother absolutely LOVED him, she adored him, I think she liked him more than me. It was like she wished she could be my age so she could go back and marry him (and if she ever reads this blog, that was a joke ma). Sounds perfect doesn't it?
Well it was and it wasn't. All through the Richard thing I felt like I was rushed along, you know like everything was just moving too fast, like I was getting carried away, and I never got any time to think it through. He was always doing the grandest things, he was a big one for grand gestures, and that's nice and all, but I didn't always like it. I know some of you are reading this thinking, is this girl mad? That's what everyone at the time thought, I thought my mum was going to commit me when it ended. And with all the fore-shadowing I've done, you guys know the relationship ended.
Richard was perfect, but not for me. I don't know if I want to be married to someone perfect anyway. I liked him, but my heart wasn't in it, but I went along with it for so long, because I kept on rationalising it, and cos everyone kept on saying, you are so lucky, he's so nice. And I wish I could sit here and tell you that in private he was awful to me - cos at least it would make more sense, but he wasn't. He was nice, he just wasn't the one. I'm a christian, and I believe that people have to be led by the spirit. Well my spirit had no peace, there was no leading or nothing to make me believe that this man was the one I was supposed to spend the REST OF MY LIFE WITH!!!
I take marriage very seriously, and I never want to be divorced, so I have to be sure, surer than sure to make that kind of committment, and I just never felt like that. So I hear you ask, if you felt this way, why did you get engaged?
Well, I got engaged, because the stupid guy only went and proposed to me in front of EVERYONE!!! (I HATE, HATE,HATE PUBLIC PROPOSALS) It was my birthday, on one of those ages that everyone comes. It was a huge party, organised by him, and there was a section in the party where I had to open my presents, and his was a book, that detailed the story of us, with pictures, and poems, and momentos from our relationship ( and now you are thinking this girl is certifiable), and I was looking down at the book, thinking awwwwww, how sweet, when I hear the whole party shouting, and so I look up, and there is Richard, on his knees holding out this ring box, and I'm stuck, because at this time I'm having all these doubts, but what can you say- all your family is there, some of his, every friend you both ever have, your mother is looking like she's going to faint from excitement, he's just given you this amazing present, and the guy is frigging on his knees, holding some nice diamond. I dare you to say no.......
Well maybe you would but I didn't, I guess I'm not as brave as you.............
I'll continue this next week........