By Omoruyi Uwuigiaren
Life
is no bed of roses. I dressed up in clean clothes. The blouse was stunning
see-through, skirt fits closely around the waist, slightly wider at the bottom
and sleek heel shoes. It was elegant, graceful and showing the shape of my
body. One last time, I stood before the mirror, checked my face, body and
clothes. My narrow hips were powerful and well developed. Everyone has where he
or she belongs. Today, I belong to the mountaintop. There was a chair and table
beside the large mirror. I sat down on the chair and the table was within my
reach. I pulled the drawer, took out my watch and wore it on the right hand. It
fitted nicely on the wrist that sticks out. I gently rose to my feet, grabbed
my handbag, hung it on the shoulder and walked out of the door.
I
connected a taxi that took me to where Jimmy asked us to meet. It was a nice
place, especially if you are decent and on a mission. My past relationship was
taking its toll. I felt used. If I do not discipline myself, I will be the
loser. A man will bruise the petals and walk out the door. My body is all I
have. I must cherish it.
I
turned up few minutes late at the popular restaurant. My eyes travelled about.
I saw him seated in the corner perfect for two. I wanted a situation where he
had to wait for me and that achieved. I want to be in control. I was not
willing to start on a wrong footing as I did with Dalmos. I went past a few
seats and arrived at the table.
My
new friend finally noticed my presence. He sat up. His face broke into a
gap-toothed smile as I took the empty seat before him. “Good evening, Jimmy,” I
greeted and settled in nicely into the seat. Gently I placed my handbag on the
table.
“Good
evening, Lizzy,” he had a beautiful smile. “You are gorgeous. I thought you
were not going to come. Thank you for accepting my invite.” He sat back and
looked straight at me. He threw out a question, “What do I offer you?”
“Soft
drink,” I replied. “I do not want much.”
“Okay.”
He raised his head, signaled the waiter to our corner. The man arrived quickly.
Jimmy ordered for drinks while I watched him closely. His shirt and pair of
jeans looked good on him. His outfit was not a tragedy. He was not boring, weak
and unfashionable like a deformed little goat. As the man disappeared from
sight, he turned to me, he disclosed, “I got something for you. I think you
will like it.” He brought out a pack. He opened it, placed it on the table and
pushed it to me. He sank into his seat, with his eyes on me. His face beamed
with smile and crossed his arms over his body.
I
pulled the case to my side and then looked closely. It was a portable
timepiece, attached by silver metal bracelet. It was a modern wristwatch
featuring solar charging and atomic time reception capabilities. It was
befitting! Getting such a gift on my first date was wonderful. I could not
believe this would happen. It was a gorgeous metal, sparkling like a diamond
ring. “Where did you get this?” I adjusted, raised my head and asked.
He
smiled, he shook his head and answered, “Does it matter?” he scratched his
head.
“I
know it does not but I just want to know,” Now we were smiling at each other as
if we have been friends for forever. I sat up, examined the watch again. I
flung a glance at him and said, “Thank you!”
He
turned away, avoiding eye contact. He nodded almost a million times and
disclosed, “Well, I am happy you like it. I initially ordered it from the
internet as a gift for my sister whose birthday is next week. However, arriving
here, I changed my mind. I will get her another one in two days. The wristwatch
is for special people. How much is a diamond ring worth? Your gift is top
quality. Since you like it, you can keep it.”
“Thank
you!” I exclaimed.
The
waiter’s arrival disrupted our conversation. He served us drinks. Jimmy and I
drank quietly in the belly of the evening. This was the first time that I would
be completely happy with a male friend. We have barely just started the
journey. It is already looking green on all sides. Jimmy ticks all the boxes.
He was an upgrade of Dalmos. However, these are early days. I must not throw
caution to the wind.
Effective People by Stephen R Covey
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