“Whichever the case, there is need for me to pass across this message. We need money. We need to expand and become international. We must be rich so we can get more ladies like her” Immediately he said these words I knew something was not right. I looked up and saw two men seated next to me. I can’t just tell for how long they had been sitting there. I was already bored even before they came in. Then I decided I was not going to listen anymore. Thanks to the trends, my now old smartphone came in handy for me. You can then be sure I was all lost on WhatsApp, doing swaps across twitter and Facebook just to ensure I missed every word he was uttering at the moment. Yes, I do that every time I know my contribution to a talk could be worse than ignoring it. I do it all the time I feel my peace is more important than pleasing somebody.
Here is a Friday night that I decide I want to let someone have the better part of my evening, not because I really wanted to but maybe because he felt he really had to. At times I play soft and let them have their way, for as long as it has no negatives to leave on me. My elderly friend whom I believe has much experience than I do made me believe in this, and surprisingly I am now on it, practicing and living it.
So here we go with an averagely grown up young man who thinks can be a suitor to this lady he once met in town and probably knows little about. It has been six months now since he started making requests for a cup of coffee, some lunch out of town and finally dinner in town (Exactly what I had been waiting for all along). I don’t meet strangers out of town. Yes, before I get to know how you behave when I tease your ego or when someone pisses you off on call you still are a stranger to me. So now you know why I never accept your offers? Make it in town for the first so many times till I get to know who you really are.
Nice that he pulled the chair for me, though he seems to have forgotten to open the car door for me to get it. He got away with it anyway, I don’t like it. I thought to myself that my evening was going to be that perfect date that I once read in a book I had borrowed and never got to finish, a romance book I have been looking for the rest of my life in vain. Seated across the table, I was anxious to listen to him. I needed to hear more of his tales. He seemed unstable; “maybe that’s his swag” some voice just crosses over my mind all the time I want to doubt his ability. Yeah, that powerful and essential ability that I can say most men lack, the ability to sustain a meaningful conversation with a lady you just met for a minute.
My hands just reached my handbag and out came my old smartphone. I could not help but do it. I was already bored and wanted to leave. I didn’t want to sit there anymore. I was tired and fed up of the whole thing. I didn’t understand why we were now four on that table. I still cannot recall at what point the whole thing turned into a business meeting. The next thing I saw were receipts and some junk of papers on the table, some awaiting some signatures while others were some old notes that were probably the central focus of the three business partners. I am not one of them. I will never be one of them. I don’t want to be one of them.
There I was, pissed off and mad at everything around me. I wanted to walk out and let it be, but then I decided I needed to act different. The reason I have something to share with you here. A few days ago I did an article that attracted so many reactions, some I managed to stomach while some I had to rubbish and move on. But then each instance with my brothers in town gives me something to write about. Something not too good. The man seated on the other end had pushed his way into having my time out for dinner, but here he was attending to whoever the friends were at the expense of my precious time that could have probably been spent somewhere constructive. I choose to let it go anyway.
Dinner had to be dinner no matter what. Courtesy of the “clients” I got myself a glass of juice and later some tasty food. So it was dinner, wasn’t it? By now my phone was already battery low. I kept pressing the power button; every click a wish that the poor thing could be smart enough to realize that I needed its company and probably “wake up”. Of course it let me down, and then I hated it because to me it was too dumb to let me down. All this time the “lucky” guy is not noticing how far I am bored. He kept moving in and out of the restaurant, leaving me behind with his three strangers who were not even friendly enough to let me know their names. I also didn’t, both of us to blame.
Dinner was done and I needed to be home early. Just like that. I don’t know what to call it. It was a dinner of its own. I doubt if the word dinner describes it all, maybe it does because I actually ate and drank. I was then dropped home and that was it. Boring as it was, plotless as it came out, clueless as it has been described. But then here comes the big question, “why did he have to plead me into what he knew he wasn’t ready for?” Was it worth it anyway? All the same my stomach was filled and I have nothing to lose about the whole thing. But I need to know why such a decent looking man could just decide to act like a goon.
Need I say more really? Maybe to all the rest out there in town. You don’t ask a girl out then spend the whole time with friends or business partners you just met in the joint. You don’t bore a lady too much that she has to stick to her chats to be lively. You don’t spot your friend with a lady and decide you want to join them for dinner. You have to plan for every second you mean to spend with a lady for you to keep the conversation. You don’t lie to yourself, choose your ladies carefully. You need to know what ladies expect when they decide to give you a minute of their time. You need to be creative to keep a relationship.