Dear Aunty Ngozi,

Before I tell you what my problem is, I want to craze your indulgence in advance because it would come across as good fortune rather than a problem.

I’m a London babe, if there’s really such a thing, but I go back home toNigeriafrequently.

The thing is, last Christmas when I was in Nigeria, my cousins dragged me to a wedding I really didn’t feel like attending. No beef with the people getting married, I just didn’t feel up to the shenanigans of a big society wedding.

I was eventually talked into it (more like harangued into it) and I acquiesced.

To cut a long story short, I followed them to the wedding but as my last act of defiance, I chose to wear slippers.

Aunty Ngozi, this is where things get interesting. I was at the wedding, minding my business and intentionally showing my displeasure at being there on my face, when men started to approach me.

First it was one guy who turned out to be a popular actor, he wanted to know my name and my number, then another guy who turns out to be something of a big shot in Abuja.

By the end of the day, five different men had approached me at this wedding and all of them have since turned out to be genuine!

Aunty, do you see my dilemma? I have never had so much male attraction as I had that day at the wedding. I'm now really confused as to why they all approached me and why a year later they are all still begging me to date them.

What happened that day? I was frowning and wearing bathroom slippers, so why did five of the best looking bachelors at the wedding suddenly notice me and take interest in me?

Aunty, I really need your insight into this matter.

Worried London babe