She was
tall, light skinned, cute faced and she had such beautiful perfect features I
mistook her to be a mannequin, more so because she stood in front of a
boutique, she was alone, she was on the phone and she
seemed a little frazzled,
I drove closer to where she stood, stopped the car and got down. About the same
time I stopped, she ended the call on her phone, she looked at me as though she
was expecting me to say something, that was the last reaction I expected from
her, but I said nothing, I just looked on soaking in her features like I was
taking a long cool drink. She looked even more angelic up close, she smiled and
asked if I was Henry, the question immediately got my attention, “Henry?” I
thought in my head, without hesitation, I said yes, to think my name was no way
close to Henry did not even slow down my response one bit, for a girl as
beautiful as this, I don’t mind been called “poo packer”
She came close and gave me a very long hug and with such cheerfulness stepped
back, held my hands and looked me over, “you look very much different in person
than you do on Facebook”, she said. Without skipping a beat, I answered her
“well, sometimes it happens that way, you look even more gorgeous than you look
on Facebook anyway”. She seemed so thrilled to have met this Henry, Facebook
friend of hers, when in the real sense, this was smart boy Nwokocha taking
advantage of the situation standing in front of her, she asked me how come the
number I gave her had been switched off all day, “the phone fell inside water”
was my quick response, seemed like the person she was supposed to meet at the
spot was incommunicado, I hope he stays so till this encounter is over.
We got into my car and headed for one of the restaurants around,
this was not what I ever planned for, but it was going so well and I was acting
the part so well too, I just wonder how she could be so dumb to think I was
Henry, wont blame her though, the confidence with which I stood in her front at
a time she was expecting someone she has not even met in person before, would
have made it difficult for her to think otherwise, we chatted cheerfully as we
ate in the restaurant and when we finished eating and continued chatting and
made no move to leave, she asked if I did not want her to know where I stayed,
i responded with “why not?” we headed to my place and I knew exactly what I was
going to do to this beautiful lady, I could feel excitement coursing through my
body, one part of me was feeling a little guilty though, but I silenced it.
Two hours after I coincidentally met this beautiful lady, she
was in my room… I was the assumed Facebook friend, she was wrong but by the
time I’m through with her she would be right, things were getting heated up
between us as we sat down in my living room and just then her phone rang, I
prayed silently it would be one of her lady friends, she picked her phone and
immediately her countenance changed and then I knew I was in trouble, minutes
after she ended her call, she looked at me and said “so you are not Henry?
Shit!”, she frantically carried her bag and hurried out of my house without
saying nothing else, while I sat down there looking like a fool that i was, I
was foolish enough to have wanted to sleep with a girl I just met that day and
I was so very close to doing it, God have mercy.
What would you have done if you were the lady or if you were in my shoes?
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