"Vanessa, you're coming whether you like it or not !!"
Ughhhh. Another friday had come. You know what that was for me ? Another battle. I had ended my relationship with my boyfriend a while back and my friends were frantically trying to throw me back out there. That's of course if you'll classify 3 months as 'a while back'. I didn't want to meet anyone. Or get involved with anyone. I just wanted to be alone. I caught him cheating with his colleague and dumped him on the spot. I didn't cry or anything, I just left. It hurt but I expected it. He had been acting weird and we rarely spent time together. Anyway, my friends made it their duty to get me a new lover. And I just wasn't interested. They set me up on several blind dates. Of course I stood each and every one of them up. And every friday, they (they being my flatmates Vicky and Sarah) ,would drag me to the club with them. Persistent rats.
"But I don't want to come nauuu. I have office things to attend to."
Lie. I didn't have any office anything.
"Vanessa, if I slap you !!! Get dressed my friend!"
That was Vicky, the most troublesome person I had ever met. I knew she could slap me so I just jejely put on some clothes. Threw on a short dress and some heels. Powdered my face and came out.
"Haaaayyyyyy girllllllllll you look gewwwdddddd."
I'm just like, "Don't piss me off. -_-"
Then we get in the car and leave for the club. I'm thinking suicidal thoughts all through because a club is the last place I want to be. With thirsty men drooling all over me. Gosh. We arrive and men are already ogling us from outside. I eye them the 'Eye of doom' and they look away. Once we get in, Sarah is already dancing and going crazy, I just go to one corner and sit. They don't try to make me dance or anything because they know how much it took me to come out in the first place. I'm just there, tweeting. Limpopo-ing on my seat. My friends had already started mingling. They were very attractive. Drawing all the attention to themselves with each belly whine. I was thinking of going to the bar to get something to drink when a voice pierced through my thoughts.
"Hey."
I looked to my right. And there sat the prettiest man I had ever seen. Okay not the prettiest, but really pretty. Lol. And his voice was all husky and nice.
"Yeah, hey."
I looked away. He was fine and all but nah.
"My name is Maxwell. What's your name ?"
Look, it was already hard to hear him over the music playing. And when he spoke, he smiled so it was hard to pay attention to the words coming out of his mouth. His smile was gorgeous. I was so caught up in his smile that I didn't realize he had finished talking. So basically, I looked like an ode just looking at him. I snapped out of it and said, "Pardon ?"
He laughed and repeated, "My name is Maxwell. What's your name ?" I swear, the laugh made me forget my name for a second. Then I regained myself and said, "Oh, I'm Vanessa."
He smiled, I smiled back. There was something about him. I turned and searched with my eyes through the crowd for my friends. Apparently, they had been looking at Maxwell and I. They were doing mini happy dances and doing thumbs up. Lol. I shook my head and looked away. Maxwell got up and said he was leaving. He handed me his card and begged me to call him. He said he had to leave for some reason. I waved goodbye. He smiled and left. My friends rushed to me and were asking my questions. I couldn't even make out one question. They were talking at the same time and the music was really loud. Once the DJ played Tonto Dike's 'Hi', we looked at each other and made a bee line for the exit. Once we got in the car, the questions came at me.
"Who was that ?!??"
"He gave you his card. I saw it. Where is eeetttttt !!!??"
I brought out the card from my purse and handed it to Vicky. She stared at it. Her jaw dropped. Sarah snatched it from her and her eyes widened as well. I hadn't looked at it when he had given me so I was really puzzled. They looked at me, looked at each other and started screaming. I took the card and saw that he worked in an Oil company. So that was why. You see, I didn't understand these girls. They probably already planned our wedding in their heads. I just wanted to sleep. We got home, I ran to my room, jumped on my bed and slept. I didn't want to talk about anything, I was just exhausted.
Three days had passed and the girls had been begging me to call him. I didn't want to seem desperate so I wanted to wait one more day. They kept begging me to call him though, serious begging, so, I called him. He seemed happy to hear from me. He offered to take me to dinner that night and I agreed. By 8, I was ready. He came to pick me up and we went to L'etoile. When we got there, he held the door open for me, drew out my chair. Such a gentleman. :'( We spoke about everything, ranging from my work to the weather. Everything. We had similar interests. He liked football, so did I. I loved horror movies, so did he. Apparently, he'd just left his girlfriend as well and just like me, his friends dragged him to the club that day and he ran away and left them there. He was really witty. I enjoyed his company. At the end of the night, he drove me home. He walked me to my door, kissed me on my cheek and left. Guys, I wanted to laminate that cheek.
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It had been 4 months. Maxwell and I made it official 3 months ago. I was happy with him. Falling in love with him with every passing day. He called me everyday and saw me every chance he got. Picked me up after work and took me to an eatery or a park or his home. I loved spending time with him. He made me really happy. It was friday and I had come to his home to spend a night. It was a thing between us, we spent every friday night together. Watching movies, doing nothing and loving it. We'd never made love before. We were taking it slow and I was okay with that. But I was pretty sure we were going to get it on that night. I don't know what gave him away, maybe the scented candles or the slow music playing. So subtle. :')
I was in the kitchen, getting a cup to drink water when he hugged me from behind. He buried his face in my neck and rendered soft kisses to them. I let out a moan. I turned around and looked straight in his eyes. We knew. I had dreamed of making love with him. Great dreams. And the time had finally come. He helped me take off my shirt and I helped him with his. We didn't want to mess them up. I ransacked the kitchen cabinets and found aprons. He brought out the pots, pans, measuring cups and spatulas. We started off with 2 spoons of tolerance. He took the spatula and waited for me to add the next ingredient just so he'd get to use the spatula. He was cute when he got excited. I brought out the bag of patience, took out 3 tablespoons from it and added to the pot. Maxwell got to use his spatula. Lol all giddy and all. I added 3 spoons of endurance, 2 tea spoons of imperfection and 5 spoons of support. I brought out the bags of care and consideration and he added 5 and 6 spoons of them, respectively. He said it wouldn't be a bad idea to add jealousy, I was sceptical but I allowed it. A pinch of jealousy. A really small pinch. I added 8 spoons of spontaneity and left him to mix them together. When he was done, he exhaled and looked at me. Something was still missing ... Lust !! He let me add it, I added about 5 spoons of lust, ran my eyes over his body and added 2 extra spoons. And with that we were done. A masterpiece. He hugged me and kissed my forehead. I loved him. A lot. And he seemed like he loved me too. And that night, we had made a perfect love.
Ughhhh. Another friday had come. You know what that was for me ? Another battle. I had ended my relationship with my boyfriend a while back and my friends were frantically trying to throw me back out there. That's of course if you'll classify 3 months as 'a while back'. I didn't want to meet anyone. Or get involved with anyone. I just wanted to be alone. I caught him cheating with his colleague and dumped him on the spot. I didn't cry or anything, I just left. It hurt but I expected it. He had been acting weird and we rarely spent time together. Anyway, my friends made it their duty to get me a new lover. And I just wasn't interested. They set me up on several blind dates. Of course I stood each and every one of them up. And every friday, they (they being my flatmates Vicky and Sarah) ,would drag me to the club with them. Persistent rats.
"But I don't want to come nauuu. I have office things to attend to."
Lie. I didn't have any office anything.
"Vanessa, if I slap you !!! Get dressed my friend!"
That was Vicky, the most troublesome person I had ever met. I knew she could slap me so I just jejely put on some clothes. Threw on a short dress and some heels. Powdered my face and came out.
"Haaaayyyyyy girllllllllll you look gewwwdddddd."
I'm just like, "Don't piss me off. -_-"
Then we get in the car and leave for the club. I'm thinking suicidal thoughts all through because a club is the last place I want to be. With thirsty men drooling all over me. Gosh. We arrive and men are already ogling us from outside. I eye them the 'Eye of doom' and they look away. Once we get in, Sarah is already dancing and going crazy, I just go to one corner and sit. They don't try to make me dance or anything because they know how much it took me to come out in the first place. I'm just there, tweeting. Limpopo-ing on my seat. My friends had already started mingling. They were very attractive. Drawing all the attention to themselves with each belly whine. I was thinking of going to the bar to get something to drink when a voice pierced through my thoughts.
"Hey."
I looked to my right. And there sat the prettiest man I had ever seen. Okay not the prettiest, but really pretty. Lol. And his voice was all husky and nice.
"Yeah, hey."
I looked away. He was fine and all but nah.
"My name is Maxwell. What's your name ?"
Look, it was already hard to hear him over the music playing. And when he spoke, he smiled so it was hard to pay attention to the words coming out of his mouth. His smile was gorgeous. I was so caught up in his smile that I didn't realize he had finished talking. So basically, I looked like an ode just looking at him. I snapped out of it and said, "Pardon ?"
He laughed and repeated, "My name is Maxwell. What's your name ?" I swear, the laugh made me forget my name for a second. Then I regained myself and said, "Oh, I'm Vanessa."
He smiled, I smiled back. There was something about him. I turned and searched with my eyes through the crowd for my friends. Apparently, they had been looking at Maxwell and I. They were doing mini happy dances and doing thumbs up. Lol. I shook my head and looked away. Maxwell got up and said he was leaving. He handed me his card and begged me to call him. He said he had to leave for some reason. I waved goodbye. He smiled and left. My friends rushed to me and were asking my questions. I couldn't even make out one question. They were talking at the same time and the music was really loud. Once the DJ played Tonto Dike's 'Hi', we looked at each other and made a bee line for the exit. Once we got in the car, the questions came at me.
"Who was that ?!??"
"He gave you his card. I saw it. Where is eeetttttt !!!??"
I brought out the card from my purse and handed it to Vicky. She stared at it. Her jaw dropped. Sarah snatched it from her and her eyes widened as well. I hadn't looked at it when he had given me so I was really puzzled. They looked at me, looked at each other and started screaming. I took the card and saw that he worked in an Oil company. So that was why. You see, I didn't understand these girls. They probably already planned our wedding in their heads. I just wanted to sleep. We got home, I ran to my room, jumped on my bed and slept. I didn't want to talk about anything, I was just exhausted.
Three days had passed and the girls had been begging me to call him. I didn't want to seem desperate so I wanted to wait one more day. They kept begging me to call him though, serious begging, so, I called him. He seemed happy to hear from me. He offered to take me to dinner that night and I agreed. By 8, I was ready. He came to pick me up and we went to L'etoile. When we got there, he held the door open for me, drew out my chair. Such a gentleman. :'( We spoke about everything, ranging from my work to the weather. Everything. We had similar interests. He liked football, so did I. I loved horror movies, so did he. Apparently, he'd just left his girlfriend as well and just like me, his friends dragged him to the club that day and he ran away and left them there. He was really witty. I enjoyed his company. At the end of the night, he drove me home. He walked me to my door, kissed me on my cheek and left. Guys, I wanted to laminate that cheek.
*************************
It had been 4 months. Maxwell and I made it official 3 months ago. I was happy with him. Falling in love with him with every passing day. He called me everyday and saw me every chance he got. Picked me up after work and took me to an eatery or a park or his home. I loved spending time with him. He made me really happy. It was friday and I had come to his home to spend a night. It was a thing between us, we spent every friday night together. Watching movies, doing nothing and loving it. We'd never made love before. We were taking it slow and I was okay with that. But I was pretty sure we were going to get it on that night. I don't know what gave him away, maybe the scented candles or the slow music playing. So subtle. :')
I was in the kitchen, getting a cup to drink water when he hugged me from behind. He buried his face in my neck and rendered soft kisses to them. I let out a moan. I turned around and looked straight in his eyes. We knew. I had dreamed of making love with him. Great dreams. And the time had finally come. He helped me take off my shirt and I helped him with his. We didn't want to mess them up. I ransacked the kitchen cabinets and found aprons. He brought out the pots, pans, measuring cups and spatulas. We started off with 2 spoons of tolerance. He took the spatula and waited for me to add the next ingredient just so he'd get to use the spatula. He was cute when he got excited. I brought out the bag of patience, took out 3 tablespoons from it and added to the pot. Maxwell got to use his spatula. Lol all giddy and all. I added 3 spoons of endurance, 2 tea spoons of imperfection and 5 spoons of support. I brought out the bags of care and consideration and he added 5 and 6 spoons of them, respectively. He said it wouldn't be a bad idea to add jealousy, I was sceptical but I allowed it. A pinch of jealousy. A really small pinch. I added 8 spoons of spontaneity and left him to mix them together. When he was done, he exhaled and looked at me. Something was still missing ... Lust !! He let me add it, I added about 5 spoons of lust, ran my eyes over his body and added 2 extra spoons. And with that we were done. A masterpiece. He hugged me and kissed my forehead. I loved him. A lot. And he seemed like he loved me too. And that night, we had made a perfect love.
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