This is a true life story.
I love romance. But the harsh realities of my relationships have never really indulged my fanatic belief of romance. My best friend, Chuka once told me, “Look, you need to give up your empty dreams of idyllic romance which never come to pass. There are lots and lots of guys whose thirst is real, why tie yourself down in a boring relationship when you can sample all the treats you want?”
I had no answer to Chuka, because in a weird way, I knew he was right. Nevertheless, I waited for Mister Perfect.
And so, one day in mid–September last year, I was walking to one of the banks on campus with Chuka.
And then, I saw him.
Till today, I still wonder how such a seemingly perfect encounter could eventually turn out to be such a disaster. He was the embodiment of all I had been dreaming of for years; it was like the gods had seen the desire of my dreams and sent him forth as the perfect answer to my deepest yearnings. He was almost as tall as I am, dark, slightly built, perfect white teeth revealed in a smile, with a cute butt on full display. My heart did several flip flops as I saw him walking out the bank gates at the exact same moment Chuka and I were walking in.
He and Chuka exchanged a warm greeting; it was apparent that they were friends. I simply stared mutely like a moron. Chuka made the introductions. His name was David and he owned and ran a luxury boutique quite close to the campus. He was at the bank to collect some cash for restocking his store.
I could barely conceal my eagerness and excitement till he had taken his leave. A few moments after he had left us, I blurted out, “Jeez, Chuka, who is that guy!” Continue reading →