Hi there,looks like you will have a handful to deal with when we finally meet. I know you might be in someone's arms right now,clubbing every Friday and Saturday, lounging on Sundays and taking numerous selfies that you will post on Facebook and instagram. Am not complaining honestly but I want you to enjoy it while it lasts but while you are at it let me point out a few things that will make you a future ex wife by 35.
1. Don't dare tattoo your breast,knowing that you had exes before me is enough but I can't imagine you in a tattoo studio with an overambitious artist holding your breasts and planting a tattoo there. 2. Watch enough soap operas and act it out with your teenage boyfriend when you move in,be ready to wear that Manchester United Jersey and cheer me,it is not debatable. 3. Go to the Salon and try all the weaves,wigs and Mohawk or Abuja braids. That Salon bill is your responsibility when you move in but you must always be neat and beautiful. You should be that shiny trophy in my cabinet. 4. Your dreams are not valid not in my house. You will bear as many children as I deem fit. Diplomacy is for the weak I don't care if it will affect your career or not. 5. It's my money not our money. If by 12pm I am not home go to bed labda assume there is a late night soccer match. NB I don't work hard to give you the luxury of lingerie shopping at JADES COLLECTION or LV or Mr Price. Am not slaving to make your nails be polished from Cape Town or invite William Levy for your birthday. I am not working off my a** to take you to Paris for a weekend or skiing in Alabama. I want to make my money and use it to drink Vodka in Moscow, enjoy my beer from Luxembourg. Watch my soccer on a Wednesday night at the San Siro, sing GGMU at Sir Alex Ferguson stand. Dance to the samba tune in Rio,watch the sunset in Belarus. Pick a very huge loan in Florida, gamble in Vegas and die in Mnyanmar. Leaving you with a huge debt,a big family and skyrocketing funeral expenses. Then you will write a beautiful eulogy for me,paint me as the ideal husband, cry with my daughters then put a nice epitaph on my Tombstone.