Must Read: Awkward Ways I Met Girls

7 years ago

Must Read: Awkward Ways I Met Girls

The week went by without much events. But we talked everyday of the week.

While we spoke in the night on friday, she asked if we had to go to Ifeanyi’s house?

Well, except we hang out somewhere. Then it hit me.

I change mouth shapshap!

“I’d be home all day jare, everybody is going out why don’t you come watch a movie”
“You now have a cinema at home abi?”
We joked a bit and ended the call.

In the morning around 7, my phone beeped. A text from Vicky
“What’s the address. And be a good host.”
My heart raced. Wow! I sent her a text back with the address. And ended it with “…what time?”
Another text. “Noon.”.

Well I went to the shopping mall and bought a tin of peak milk beverage for breakfast, and bought a rose wine.
As I got home, everybody were leaving. My uncle would drop them off and continue on his own.
I went in and drank drank the tin of milk. I ate. As the seconds ticked, I got more anxious. And somehow I dozed off…

My phone rang and I jerked up. Vicky was calling.

She was parked behind the shopping complex and couldn’t locate the block. I went to get her.

I saw where she parked and called her. I described where I was standing and waving. She saw me and came over. She looked really cool.

Very minimal make-up with a smile that lit her face up.

I hadn’t known seen her whole until she got up close. Wow!
Vicky looked very fvckable.
Damn, this is about s*x right now.
Thing is, I never understand women’s point of view really. They say s*x is not love. That when a guy pushes for s*x with his lover doesn’t show any sign of his love for her. So how come girls scream foul when he has s*x with another girl.
If you say s*x is not love, why scream murder when he fvcks another girl? Why not let him fvck whoever he wants to? Since s*x is not equal to love. Why call it cheating when she has it with another girl?

Inevitably, they only say it, but deep down they know when a guy loves, he should look to making the love. And except naivity, a woman looks to making love to the man she loves. Love and s*x are interwoven.

s*x being an expression of love.

Well, I was going to express it. The Stag way.

I ushered her in and went to get her drinks. We were talking freely as we were the only ones in the house, but I noticed she was was flirty. When our eyes met she looked away in a suggestive manner.

Hmmm
So I confidently went over to her.

“If you don’t say ‘yes’ to the next thing I ask, I will give you a kiss” I said
“What if I don’t say ‘no’?”
“Then I’d kiss you”
She looked at me in the eyes.
“What question” she asked stiffly
“Do you love me?”

She didn’t respond for a minute as if trying to figure out what I meant.

“That’s a trap.” She said flatly
I nodded.

“So what’s the answer”
She smiled
“Of course, no I don’t love you.”
I took a step forward and steadily, I walked towards her. We held our eyes as I approached.
Then like she swallowed.

I reached forward and leaned out and kissed her on the lips. It lasted a moment. While I kissed her I looked at her. Her eyes were closed as if savouring the taste of the kiss.

For a brief moment I wondered why women close their eyes when they kissed.

When I broke the kiss, her eyes blinked open. She covered her mouth and turned sharply, backing me. I stepped forward again and wrapped my arms round her from back. I kissed her neck. I could hear her breathe out heavily.
It had began.

As I gave her neck another kiss, this time, a wet one, her phone rang.

The sound of the phone startled her and she immediately broke free…

“Hello?” She calmly said into the phone.

The next moment her face lit up in a shock.

“Okay. Okay. Where?..”

She looked absolutely disorganized by the time she ended the call, she stood up immediately.

Grabbed her bag.

The couldn’t say much but the little she said was enough to throw me off guard
Her dad had been rushed to the hospital, unconscious. He had slipped into coma!

The day had been ruined for me. And the perfect moment had just slipped off my hands! What I had prepared for all week.

But then, that pleasant old man I had met just a couple of days ago? He looked perfectly okay.

Healthy.

As Vicky rushed out of the door, I went after her cos I knew she wouldn’t be herself until she got there. I caught up with her at the car as she reached into her bag for the keys. As she brought her keys out, I stretched out my hands. She didn’t make any fuss, she simply dropped the keys in my palm. She went round and got.

I engaged the machine and backed out into the road…

Vicky was visibly shaken. I could see her face had gone pale. It was a bad time trying to find out what exactly had happened. She too probably didn’t know. I just asked
“Where is he?”

She briefly described where the hospital was, I headed there without much ado. Thank God this isn’t Lagos where you run into police anywhere anyhow cos I nor get valid driver’s licence.

Soo later we were at the hospital.

She went in. I went with her. The nurses seemed to know her at once and took us to the room her dad was admitted. We entered. Mr Michael Carte-Ado la!d still on the bed with an expression-less face. There were equipment around that suggested he was on life-support. There was the continuous bleep at a regular interval from a machine that showed graphic lines.

Her mom was there, beside her husband. On the wheel chair. I felt for her. She was taking care of her husband even while on a wheelchair. Well, Mrs Carte-Ado has always been a nurse. So I guess that tender caring heart is inherently part of her. Pity her she’s on a wheelchair and her husband in a coma.

Vicky looked really heartbroken. But I could see had some control as she spoke her mom.

A moment later, she tapped me by the arm and turned to the door. We headed out. She was going to see the doctor. At the doctors office, she requested that I go in with her. I obliged.
The doctor suggested Mr Carte-Ado had collapsed out of exhaustion.
To this Vicky attested. He had series of business activities that had drained him.

The doctor assured that he would get better with care and attention. And of course, that they were doing their very best to make sure of that.

Vicky and I went back to the room her dad was admitted. We stayed a while more. A bit long that I thought if it wasn’t protocol to let visitors out to reduce disturbance on a patient.

By the time we were leaving, her mom said she would be with her husband through the night.

She would be sleeping there that night.

Well, Vicky immediately called Vera and told her what had happened and if she could stay with her.

Vicky said the house was too big to sleep in alone. She told her mom she would be staying at Vera’s that night, she she couldn’t sleep alone.

It was already getting dark when we got to Vera’s gate. I packed and we got in. She was hospitable and of course considering what has just happened, she was especially concerned about how she felt.
I decided it had been a day and needed to go home.

“Pls can you do one more thing for me?”
“What?” I asked Vicky.

“Please can you come with me to go pick up a few things I might need from the house. I can’t go alone”
“Okay no probs” I agreed.
We decided taking a taxi was better, so that I could take a taxi home from there while she come back to Vera’s in one. And she wouldn’t need to drive.

We left to get the things she needed.
It was 10:18pm when we got to Vicky’s house. Asides the security guy at the gate, the house was quiet. Almost in darkness. We went in.

Once we were inside, Vicky got her things together and by 10:45pm we were ready to leave. Just then Vicky got a bit emotional and broke down in tears, crying. I think the reality of the day had just gotten to her.

She cried profusely.

There wasn’t much I could do nor say to her, I just wrapped my arms round her while she cried.

And let the emotions flow.

By the time she stopped crying, she was feeling weak. Besides it was getting quite late. Vicky decided she’d sleep at home. She had changed her mind.

“But I can’t leave you here all by yourself in this state”
“Nobody says you can’t stay over with me”
That took me aback.

I considered it. Next day was sunday, it wouldn’t cost me much to stay with her and stand by her through this night. Through this nightmare…

And the shock of my life I was about to receive dazzed me to my spine, shocked me to my very core and shook my entire being…