Planting Seeds

Coming from a Jamaican background, being a woman (I turned 24 on Sept. 4!), looking for love … whatever you want to associate it with, but I have long been hearing that a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. So this past Saturday, I took it upon myself to announce to my crush that I was making breakfast.

You may be wondering so what, but I strongly believe that I have planted a seed, or rather that I have been planting seeds, in his mind about me. (I sure hope I have been planting seeds with him!) It all started with a simple text that read (and I’m referring to my iPhone for accuracy),

“Good morning. You should come over as I’m making, eggs,

pancakes, and bacon for breakfast!”

As a disclaimer, I am no floozy! I knew that it was physically impossible for him to make it to my home for breakfast; as I said, I’m a planter of seeds. We had moved to Brampton a couple weeks before. He had just moved from Brampton to Vaughn — also sold his car — and he works nearly 24/7 (or so it feels) so he is never available. We no longer attend the same church because my family has opted to attend Pastor Tomlinson’s lively church, Hope Christian Ministries, in Brampton, while he still attends our old church in Toronto. (I’m trying to keep some mystery as one never knows who is reading. LOL)

I was cooking breakfast for my family and my sister’s friend who had slept over. My mother is all for my “seed planting” because as she puts it, “When I was your age, I was never thinking about finding a husband. I already had you and the marriage thing was not on my mind. Good for you for taking your future into your own hands. Maybe if I had done that I would be married now.” She applauds me for having the guts for asking him out (I’ve asked him to accompany me to the opening weekend of the latest Resident Evil movie, which comes out Sept. 14) as it’s traditionally the other way around. My family is made up of mostly single women with children. My cousin, a male, recently got married, but that’s after they had a baby. I am trying to uphold my Christian values by saving myself for my husband. (And it’s going to be GOOD!) But as I wrote in a previous post, for every 1 man there are 7 available women looking his way, so men have all the options and power. So if you won’t, ladies, someone else will!

Ask out … don’t put out!

So back to the breakfast. The intention of my text was NOT to get him to actually come over — that would have been icing on the proverbially-cake — but to plant a seed that Yolanda cooks!? I could eat some eggs and/or pancakes and/or bacon. I only eat bacon and pancakes, but my family enjoys eggs and I could also have used sausage. But the point was to convey the image of the “submissive wife”, getting up early to make breakfast for the family. His text-response was, (as I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for it)

“Why you gotta brag tho? Lol … CHUH”

Now, seeing that we are both intellectuals and university grads (him journalism, me communications), I was a bit put off by this uneducated-looking text. But I gave him a break as it was early on a Saturday morning. About an hour later, I received another text from him saying,

“And how do u suppose I’d get that from Brampton  as I am in Vaughn?”

Seeing that he rarely initiates texts, I took this as a sign that he had been thinking about my breakfast offer for the past hour. Perhaps he had been working out the logistics in his mind the whole time? I believe I got my point across. (I’m an optimist!)

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