Most of the guys who had asked me out ended up irritating me… except Abiola.
Abiola was studying Computer Science and he was about two levels above me. It was the fifth month since Abiola and I had been friends (although he was still waiting for my reply to his proposal).
The ‘clean’ dark guy was, and is still cool, calm and collected. Unlike those other boys who just get me irritated with either their behaviors, orientation or their words, Abiola always knew when to talk, keep quiet and he was always making me laugh.
Although I was deeply convinced that he was the one for me, I still dragged my reply to his proposal just to be sure of what I was getting into.
“At least, he’s still better than all of those other unserious guys,” I had silently thought.
“I will never allow him go. He’s the one for me,” I assured myself further.
But Dorcas is a free bird; she had tried out about seven relationships that did not work out, they all ended even before they started.
The last one ended dramatically and I was very thankful it ended at the time it did.
Well… when Dorcas called me to intimate me on how we were going to meet, I wanted to ask her how her school mother, whom she had not seen in years, suddenly got across to her, to tell her about the gig happening later in the day.
She was obviously in a rush to get off the phone so as to prepare and get back to school on time.
When Dorcas arrived, we were both in a haste, and our dressing routine which usually takes two hours, ended in less than thirty-five minutes.
Spotting a sheer tube dress that barely covered my Boo.bs and butt, with other parts of my body leaving much to be imagined, I was all set for the party.
“Wheeeeeeeeeew!” Dorcas exclaimed when we were all set. “Omo, you’re simply hot.”
With the both of us gaily dressed, a car was already waiting to pick us outside. It was later that I got to know that it was part of the arrangement for the gig; everyone is taken care of right from their doorsteps.
When we finally got to the venue, I was thankful to God that I dressed like a ‘big babe’, although my parents would have to look twice to be sure it was their daughter they were actually seeing.
We got to the venue few minutes before 11pm and there was music and various games for all the fine ladies and the ‘big men’.
Looking around, I didn’t see any young boy that could conveniently fall into the category of the word ‘young’. The space was filled with ‘big old men’ and many young girls, but I was not bothered.
As we moved more into the night, I noticed that Dorcas had drifted away from me, she was laughing off already in the company of two old men. At a point, I didn’t see her again and I just concluded she had gone to the other side of the space with her newly found friends.
While I was doing my thing, my eyes got in contact with a pot-bellied man for the third time. I saw him as he finally got up, making a move towards me.
While I was still wondering, “who will talk to this pot-bellied, overfed man,” he got to touch me on my shoulders.
And since my short dress was barely covering my backside and my Boo.bs, the man must have been drunk with all other revealing parts of my body that he saw.
Before I could say Jack, I was already in a seat alone with our dear ‘Wonderman’ (that was what he called himself). He was quite a funny man and I said in my mind he wouldn’t be a bad friend for the night.
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