Its the beginning of a holiday, though a short one, but worth the while. While my advice to myself and us all is not to loose the essence of the celebration, I feel like sharing this piece by my dear friend. Just a fun way of looking at a serious situation. Many of our single ladies are looking out for the “RIGHT GUY”. Quite a lot of imaginations as to how he would appear and what fantasy proposal he will make.
While you wait dear sister, have fun reading an imaginative piece by CHIZI NONYE AJOKU. You might just get a hint on how some spectacular guys of today would propose. Have fun reading and as you wait, know for sure that God is sending you “THE ONE”.
I watch you as you come out of your car, lock your doors and then stroll leisurely into the restaurant. You pause to assist a young lady with the door as she gives you a pleasant smile and walks in, you follow closely behind her as you shut the door behind you. The intensity in your eyes, the slight smile that tug at your lips, your dark hair, ebony skin and your body that was in perfect shape paint the picture of a guy I once saw in my dreams. I continue watching you from my corner in the restaurant over a plate of fried rice and peppered chicken, sipping my bottle of soft drink; you walk across the room and take a table directly across from me.
As you take a seat, your eyes quickly take in the entire room and finally settle on me. My heart skips a beat as I take my eyes completely off you for a few minutes. I think it’s safe again and try to steal a glance at you, but I’m caught dead in the act because you are still staring at me. I return to my meal and attack it with such determination that anyone will be forced to think I was trying to choke myself.
Your order soon arrives and you whisper something to the waiter and he nods and takes the tray away, I am still wondering what you up to when you stand up and start walking in my direction, my initial instinct was to bolt, but no, my Mama raised me right and I am yet to meet the guy who will intimidate me to that point. You must know though that I love guys and probably get on with them more than I get on with my female folk but a stranger who makes my heart beat helplessly or gives the ‘butterflies in your stomach’ a whole different meaning gives me cause for worry.
I take in a long, deep breath as I prepare for the inevitable. Now, it is usual for a guy to walk up to a lady sitting alone and say stuff like ‘is this seat taken?’ or ‘A beautiful lady like you should not be seen alone’ and other more irritating regular stuff. Not this guy, he was definitely not the regular breed. When he gets to my table, he stares at me for a few seconds, it gets very awkward and I ask ‘can I help you?’ I get a dirty slap in return and he wears a straight face as he says ‘WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE?’
My hand is still on my face still trying to recover from the shock. I reply ‘excuse me?’ He says ‘you know exactly what I mean’ as he makes himself comfortable on the chair directly opposite me.
I still continue wearing a confused look on my face as I start to beat myself up for day-dreaming about a total psycho. I didn’t get the memo that patients had been released from the psychiatric ward this afternoon because this one personified everything psycho.
I promised I was going to walk out quietly to avoid creating a scene with this particular patient. I stand up to leave when he starts apologizing, I ignore him and then he grabs my hand for emphasis, I scream at him to get his filthy hands off me and in my heart I actually start abusing myself, insisting that I brought it on me.
It takes the stranger about five minutes to convince me that he was not a raving lunatic and I wasn’t in grave danger if I sat down back. What also calmed my nerve was when two different families with kids stopped to say hi to this guy, they couldn’t all be mad was how I kept consoling myself.
The waiter brings his food back as we have one of the best times in my life. We chatted late into the evening and it seemed like we had known each other forever.
To explain the slap, seeing as you all are waiting for an explanation. He had a bet with his friend when he was fed up of meeting new women everyday and not finding the person that seemed to complete him, that when he comes in contact with the lady, he was going to give her a dirty slap and ask her where she has been. His friends laughed very hard and said he didn’t have the guts and that if he did, he was going to get a hundred thousand naira (100K) in return. I told him he had taken a major risk because he could easily have turned a potential girlfriend into an enemy in the space of five seconds.
That was the start of a very fruitful and exciting relationship. It’s the story I always have to tell when I am asked ‘’how did you guys meet?’’ Not everybody’s meeting with ‘the one’ is as dramatic as mine and some are a lot more dramatic, stuff that movies are made of. If you think your story trumps mine, send your story in and you stand to win a prize (yeah right! Just kidding)
AND MR RIGHT CAME ALONG…
So now you have one of the weirdest “MR RIGHT MEETING STORIES”, to you that is still waiting for that special one, keep your fingers crossed! He’s probably just around the corner. But just for the records, I returned the slap the day he proposed saying ‘WHATEVER TOOK YOU SO LONG!?’ *winks*
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