You wrap your hands around her waist; she appears slimmer and more delicate than your usual type of girl, which is why you chose to try her out on a date.
Your preferences must have changed after Mary deceived you. She had told you she was single, but later revealed they were on the verge of breaking up.
You can remember how she put it:
"You wouldn't have dated me if you knew. I no longer love Nonso; it's you that I love."
You urged her to end things with Nonso if that was the case, but she said it would take time since they have a three-year history together.
It was then that you decided to end things with her.
So after an exciting date at the popular restaurant in
the city, you drove her home. She had refused, but you convinced her to at least know where you live.
That night, you had everything planned in your head; you would start by gazing into her eyes, express how much she makes your heart race while gently caressing her thigh, then lean in for a
kiss. Your body should take over from there without much thought.
As you glanced at her outfit once more, a short Shivon dress—you knew it would be easy to remove if you begin your move on the bed.
Upon arrival, your two neighbours were surprised to see you with a girl. You can't blame them since you haven't dated anyone in about two years, and you don't do random girls.
The fridge was nearly empty, except for a bottle of Chivita juice. You poured a glass for Mary. You turned on the TV, and she chose her favourite Netflix series.
She glanced around the room, from the soft blue lights to the coffee table, your reading nook, then the wardrobe, and back to the spacious bed. She let out a sigh of relief, making you wish the bed was a tad narrower.
That night, you spritzed on your favourite perfume after showering and joined her on the bed. A few minutes later, you turn off your mobile data and lie, saying that the network is bad and so the movie cannot continue. She nodded in agreement, and you turned off the light.
"Are you comfortable sleeping in your dress?" You asked, offering her one of your t-shirts, the one Imaobong, your ex, loved to wear.
"I'm comfortable. Thank you," she said.
You dropped the t-shirt and joined her in bed.
"Aubril, I want to sleep," she said when you tried gazing into her eyes.
You complimented her beautiful eyes and told her how much you loved her; her eyes began to dilate, and that raced your heart beat.
With cuddling, kisses, and soft words, she agreed to take off her dress.
Damnit! You cursed when you touched her bum and felt a hard jean. Silently, you checked with your hands and noticed it's a bum shot tightly secured with a belt.
"Let's take things slowly. I'm not comfortable with any form of intimacy now," she said. But you still tried sha, and she didn't respond.
All your efforts that night proved abortive. She doesn't have any feelings for me; you told yourself and decided to end it with her the next day. But you didn't wake up to see her that morning; you only saw her notes and the plantains and eggs she prepared for you.
"I can't believe you planned to sleep with me when you haven't asked me out properly. I love you, but I can't date a man whose sole aim is to sleep with me," the note read.
Now that was harsh. She didn't even love you in the first place. Noticing how scattered your reading table is, something immediately crossed your mind. You hastily pulled out the drawers and noticed your 20K was gone.You dialled her number, and it went straight to voicemail. She's outplayed you. She must have had her plans just like you had yours.
Nevertheless, you still ate her breakfast. Thick-fair girls are players.
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"Aubril! Are you okay?" asked Karimax. "Yes, I am," you said, and look at her ebony skin once again, her shiny lips, her dreamy eyes, and her hour glass shape.
You decide to tell her about Phoebe, your ex. How you met her at the students night a few years ago. She was among the cultural dancers. You watched her dance and smile seductively; it was obvious you'd seen her before. She's a chorister at your parish.
There were many other beautiful girls, too. But somehow Phoebe ended up beside your car; she explained that she's stranded. Her uncle won't let her in by this time of the night, and she can't go to the hostel because it would be locked. You asked if she could sleep at your place, and she accepted.
That night, you both drank alcohol and clutched at each other in ecstasy. She didn't make you beg for it; she did it out of her desire for you. You asked her out two days later, and you both dated for three years. She was everything a man could need in a woman.
"Why didn't you marry her then?" Asked Karimax
"Genotype," you responded, and she nodded. She inquired about the number of girls you attempted to date after that, and you mentioned four.
You observed her showing sympathy towards you. She suggested you seek a therapist if you find it challenging to move on from Phoebe.
"Not everyone can be like Phoebe. Some of us require open validation before we lower our defenses. I can't be with a man who hasn't provided me with long-term assurance. That doesn't imply I don't love him," she expressed.
Then she held your hands and pointed out that you were chasing a blind ambition. She emphasized that no decent girl would hop into bed with you while in her right senses;
Phoebe must have been drunk.
"I really do like you, Aubril," she said, and you felt the air around you crystallise.
"But you can't ask me to sleep with you. That's disrespectful. I would let go of you if you tried that," she said.
Without any reason, you feel revived. There's a sudden desire to keep her close, love her properly, and forget Phoebe forever.
"I suggest seeing a therapist," she said. However, you shook your head in disagreement; you believe you don't need a therapist. The headache you had when you walked into this restaurant has already been healed by her. She has made you realize you are on a hopeless mission. She is too intelligent, homely, and valuable to lose.
You asked her out, and she accepted. You realized it's the first time you've asked a girl to be your girlfriend without bedtime scenes running through your head.
