June 9th, 2012.
04. 43am.
The promise of a brand new challenge is what makes me go on. I often
wonder how people are content to live life without a challenge. My
theory about life is you never really know who you are or what you are
capable of till you push yourself; regardless of the endeavor, I might
add. I love women. They are the rainbow in my black and white world. As
long as I have lots of them in my life, my world is colorful.
Its been almost five days since I met Christy in that eatery
establishment and since that moment, she’s formed an “occupy movement”
in my head. I returned the favor and have bombarded her mobile with
calls since tuesday. At first, she hadn’t been so free and nice to me
but I wouldn’t stop. I called her shortly after I left the eatery; we
talked briefly for ten minutes. I called her after the close of business
for that day; we talked for nearly three hours. Between tuesday and
today which is saturday, I’d sent her over thirty romantic text messages
and about seven lengthy and romantic poems. During this period too, the
calls increased exponentially. By thursday, she’d started calling me.
We exchanged information about ourselves. She told me about her work,
where she worked (I’d promptly sent a box of chocolates the moment I got
that detail), her family, her life in most personal terms. I traded a
couple of stories too; some truths, half-truths and some lies here and
there (Don’t look at me like that). She loved to laugh and jokes came
easy to me so she had her fill. We agreed to hang out friday night and
she said she couldn’t wait.
Now, the trick is to fill her head with thoughts of me. Most guys
don’t believe in it but it sure works. Women dream of and crave for
attention. Most dudes don’t have that time, understandably so. But
physical presence is not everything. Those little things: like that
frequent one minute call to ask her opinion on something; that sweet
two-worded text message which is the first thing she sees when she wakes
up; that lengthy email you send in the thick of work to distract her
temporarily; that joke; that unexpected gift…etc, those are the things
that matter. Women have an over-active imagination and the fact that
we’d just met once and I’d chased her with so much vigor made me a
mystery, a sort of demi-god, a standard, a symbol of perfection before
her eyes. But we all know that such perfection does not exist. We would
rather be in love with the utopian illusion, no matter how temporal it
is. Its the reason we adjust quickly because deep down, we know its all a
lie.
Just when she was getting so used to me, so used to those calls,
those poems, those text message; like a drought affected fountain, they
ceased. Yesterday, I took the day off from work and her as well. I had
planned to take the day off from work on friday and I did citing health
concerns. I ignored her calls, text messages and emails all day long. By
evening, she was frantic. Seventy two missed calls, eight text messages
and five emails! Not bad, huh?
After a time, the calls, texts and emails stopped coming. It was time
to seek her out. I left my house around six thirty pm and drove
straight to her office hoping she hadn’t left yet. She hadn’t. The
traffic was crazy and she usually loved to wait till it simmered down. I
parked and waited looking rather dandy in my brown suede jacket, blue
shirt, blue jeans and brown shoes. I caught not a few stares from many
ladies but I’m sexy and I know it.(LMFAO!)
I had to wait for about forty minutes before she came out of the big
revolving doors of the bank. It was nearly eight o’clock and apart from
the from the fact that the weather had changed again, it was getting
darker. However, the mental photo of the beautiful princess I met a few
days ago slowly began to recede. She looked wired. Probably the stress
of the day… and hopefully, me. She held her jacket in her hands, her
shirt was terribly rumpled and her hair was a mess. However, there was
something I’d missed out on that first day: she hadn’t stood up so
there was no way I could have known about that coke bottle shape. Damn!
She got to her car, a blue Toyota RAV4 opened it and kept her bag in
the passenger seat. I had my phone out and I dialed her number. She
answered immediately.
“I don’t want to talk to you right now!” She vibrated. “You’ve ruined
my day. I’ve been calling all morning, all afternoon! I sent you sms’s,
I sent you mails yet you wouldn’t reply none of them…!”
I tried to cut in but she cut me off and continued with her rants. I
really didn’t have anything to say anyway so I kept silent till she
finished.
“Where are you?!”
“Right behind you…”
“What are you…” She turned and there I was with my best and most charming smile.
“I hate you so much right now! Urggghh!” There was shock, a sigh of relief and a smile; all in a split second.
“Am sorry love. I wanted to surprise you.” I said humbly. She gave me
a look like “you got me but I still wish I could strangle you”. I
laughed.
“You gotta admit, I got you cold!”
“I’m still mad at you. Don’t try to make it look like a joke. It
isn’t funny.” She said earnestly but I knew she loved it. I extended my
arms, my eyes inviting her and she came into them gratefully. We stood
together in the car park, locked in each others arms for what seemed
like eternity. I could perceive faint wafts of her perfume. My hand
caressed her hair gently and she snuggled deeper into my chest till she
became conscious of what seemed like a boner and she looked up at me,
inquiring and a sheepish grin was my reply. She pushed me away gently.
“I missed you honey. I just realized that hope is such a beautiful
thing. I couldn’t have survived this long without you were it not for
hope.” I said. I moved closer and held her waist and looked into her
beautiful eyes. She had this adorable look in her eyes like I’d just
said what she needed to hear. The smile her beautiful lips created
weakened me totally.
“I missed you too…” She said shyly and quietly.
“Christy…?” Another voice jolted us back to earth. I turned to see who the intruder was. Whoa! Another hottie!!
“Finally, I get to meet your mystery lover…”
The intruder assessed me with her eyes and my eyes returned the
favor. A little heavy but with that kind of voluptuousness that appeals
to us guys. She had on a buttoned grey suit and a blue blouse inside it
that made it look like her great breasts were struggling to jump out.
Her skirt was very, very …mini. She was pretty with rosy cheeks. Her
face was a bit heavily made up but it didn’t hide the fact that she was
pretty and very sexy. The kind that could make a guy’s blood rush
instantly on short notice.
Her sudden appearance didn’t seem to please Christy one bit who put
her arms around my neck as if to say “Back off!”. Yeah, women can be
very territorial but there’s plenty of me and I can never be labeled
stingy.
“Err…Mickey, this is a colleague. Her name’s Kemi.” Christy did the introduction and was quite stiff about it.
“Its a pleasure to meet you Kemi.” I said, flashing once again my
winner smile. I extended my hand and Kemi took it, still appraising me.
“Same here, Mickey.” She held on to my hand a little longer than
usual as she looked me in the eye. Christy had to break us up before a
subtle message or two could be passed.
“Now I know why she’s been hiding you all this time. She’s got a live
mouse this time.” She winked at me and I laughed heartily at the
analogy. No smiles from Christy.
“Ok o. Let me not interrupt you guys. Nice to have met you dear.” She
said to me. She leaned to Christy and whispered something to her,
laughed, gave me a wink and she was gone.
Christy didn’t look too happy with the interruption. The mood sort of
changed so I asked innocently, “You don’t seem to like her much.”
“Don’t think I didn’t see your eyes roving all over her body.” She replied, feigning anger.
Oh dear, I thought. She’d caught me but I responded in time. “Oh come
on love. I was about to tell you something about something…” I said
nodding mischievously at the lessened bulge in my pants. She smiled. I
leaned closer without warning and kissed her softly on her lips. When I
drew back, she looked perplexed.
“Why did you…” She never finished the sentence as my mouth found hers again and this time, she responded drawing me close.
After what a while, she withdrew remembering we were still at her office premises, though it was all dark now.
“Where are you taking me tonight?” She asked, blushing and fumbling for her car keys.
“I had a great dinner planned at the Oriental but I’d honestly love
to skip all that and take you home right away.” I said earnestly.
She laughed hard. “Are you always this direct?”
“I am direct but not always.” I replied smiling.
“I don’t imagine you have any food at your place. I’m feeling rather peckish and my back aches.” She rubbed her neck.
“My love,” I declared with a British accent, “it would be my pleasure
to feed you and give you a massage. My hands have the magical quality
of a masseur to them. Feel them…” I stretched them to her.
She laughed and pushed me away again. I leaned closer, caressing her
hair. “So what’s it gonna be love? I’d really love to have a quiet night
with you… alone. Haven’t we waited long enough?”
She looked at me, blushed and looked away.
“I promise we’ll only do what you want us to do…” I smiled.
“You’ll give me a massage?”
“You don’t have to ask love.” I smiled.
“Where did you park your car?” She asked. I pointed to the black Infinity FX 45 across the road.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be moving against the traffic and I’ve got some
t-shirts that would fit you perfectly.” I gave my mischievous grin
again.
“You read my mind! You’re so naughty!” She hit me on my chest again, laughing. “So, lead the way. I’ll follow from behind.”
And the rest, as they say is history.
Watching her sleep like an angel on my bed with my t-shirt on while I
write my memoirs with memories of last night fresh in my head, I can’t
help but think that there just may be some unfinished business between
me and what was her name again…? Ah yes, Kemi. The voluptuous one…
Its way too soon to think of that. I may just fall in love with
Christy given time. She is a dreamer and a hopeless romantic. Pretty
much like me. Perhaps, that’s what drew me to her. I may seem all hard
and tough on the outside but I’m actually all soft and gooey on the
inside. The hope of true love is what drives me, keeps me…but so does
the promise of a new challenge.
She stirs. I’d better head to the kitchen. Breakfast in bed coming up.
Malcolm O. Ifi.
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Copyright © 2012 Malcolm O. Ifi.
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