Ola. I hope you read Part 5 of The Flirt. I do hope you enjoy Part 6. The story continues…..
Too short. Ego issues. Avoiding that.
Too weird. He keeps staring at me. Does he know me? Ignore.
Look at that one and his free dancing queen. Gosh in the quest to avoid paying for a drink you dance for one. No. Avoid.
Looks like my ex Nkandu. Totally avoid that one. Make sure of it.
Oh. I had him in his car the other weekend. Or is he the one you had a month ago. Look away before he thinks you are soul mates for being in the same venue.
But wait does it even matter who I pick for the night? It does. I have a reputation to uphold.
Besides, I’m just here for drinks with my girls. And dinner. And for the tequila and whisky. That’s it. No need for a buyer. I’m here to celebrate singlehood and whatever excuse we have as females to justify being alone. I’ll add one. To find a free kiss. Kisses maybe. Panty dropping kisses that literally change my life.
Rule 1: How to know if said kisses are panty dropping – well if your panties fall down or rip apart from the mind blowing kisses by itself or by some magic you can’t explain.
Rule 2: If you find such said kiss ensure you show the man the time of his life.
I am a brand new woman. I feel alive. I am happiness itself. On the outside. On the inside I am another person all together. A mess or an almost fixed human I do not know.
Nkandu lookalike smiles at me. I look away. Should I feel bad that I haven’t spoken to Nkandu in a long time. I do not know how he doing. I don’t want to know. Last I heard he was happy or something relating to happiness. I am actually happy for him; which ever girl he is destroying is his problem. I am perfect. Happy. Great. Ecstatic.
Service in these restaurants is always pathetic. To get a drink fast enough one has to stand at the bar and literally beg to be attended to. Crappy service. The bar man is attending to another customer and I’m getting cranky. We should have gone to another restaurant really.
I turn around.
Hello. Ola. Random hottie talking to me. I turn and look behind me to see if his greeting is directed to someone else but I realise it’s for me. I don’t know why but I feel all happy inside. A new one. A new conquest.
Rule 3: Take him in, notice everything about him and act on it
“Hi.” I answer.
“I hope you don’t get mad but my buddies and I… My buddies thought a dare game would be fun and I was dared to say hi to you.”
I laugh. Really. Does that line still work? Okay. Let’s play along.
“Really now.” I say
“Yes. Say hi.”
“Hi. I’m Samuneti by the way.”
“Nice name Samuneti. I am Jackie.”
“Beautiful name. Suits you.”
“Would it be bad if I asked for your number? Or can I give you mine and you do whatever you want with it.”
Bingo. There it is. The catch.
Rule 4: Act like a female. Don’t be rude. Don’t be desperate. Give the hottie your number and let him suffer with what to do with it.
“Sure. I’ll give you mine.”
He takes out his phone and I give him my digits. When I’m done he smiles at me.
“Thank you. I will call you.”
“I’ll be expecting your call.” I really won’t. No. I won’t. I won’t lose a wink of sleep over him.
“Anyway, since I have won a bet, I gotta get head back. But I’ll see you around?”
I shrug. Leave him hanging.
He walks away from me. I smile to myself. Typical. I have his attention. I’m sure he will look out for as long as I am here. Why take so much time though? Quite irritating if you ask me. But hey that’s how the game is played; so I simply toss the ball. I walk back to my table and sit.
“We saw that.” Angela says excitedly.
“What?” I ask feigning shock
“Omg… Really, you gonna act like a random guy, in blue jeans and a white shirt didn’t walk up to you and flirt with you? Really.” Leia
“He was asking where I got the dress. Something about getting his lady the same thing. I don’t know.”
“He got your number.” Valerie says
“No. He got the number of the lady who sold me the dress.” I lie. Too easy
“Liar. He looked interested. I could tell he wanted more.” Angela says
Of course he did. I mean I look amazing in my black lace dress which I think deserves to be on the floor at the end of the night. But I won’t tell them that. Noooo. Reputation.
“I don’t think so.” I say.
I know they don’t believe me. But I will not tell them about my escapades just yet. One day. But I think they know. I have been on this boat since the Nkandu incident. Forget him. Right now I am enjoying being me. My life is on track. I turn and look to his table and I catch him looking in my direction. See I have his attention. All I need is a place.
What happens when you put 4 girls together. Action and fun. Valerie’s boyfriend, Tendai, yes the well sculptured muscled little words man shows up with his friends and join us hours in. I am pretty sure Valerie will end marrying Tendai. They seem to just make it work. Still weird for me. The rest of us are single ladies. And for me personally I love it like that.
Rule 5: If you are single and proud of it, it shows in your glow. If your glow is just right, the men will follow. Not to bright.
“Here is to friendship. To the future.” I say as I raise my glass.
The rest raise their glasses and clink theirs to mine. Yes. I am excited about the future. It’s my last year of school and I will make the most of it.
Unknown: Hey. Sam here. Wanted to say thank you for being nice. You helped me win a bet. So how about I repay you. Drinks?
I look at my phone and smile. I told you I had his attention. But I won’t respond. He can wait. When I am with my friends, then they come first. I still have a reputation to uphold.
Perfect dinner. Great friends. Amazing conversation. I don’t want to leave but I believe it’s time to head back to school. It’s before midnight and the crew suggest they want to go clubbing but I have no interest in clubbing. They suggest dropping me off but no thank you. I will get a cab.
We leave the restaurant and I say bye to them as they head towards their cars. I wave at them and stand near the restaurant. Maybe I should call someone to pick me up. I know he is out. Or I could drive to join him. Or I could get a cab, go to school and sleep the night away.
“Are you deciding what to do?” A voice behind me asks.
I turn around and see the bet guy. Samuneti.
“Actually yes. I am. Thought you left.”
“No. Some of my friends did. I stayed. I saw you leaving and I figured I could talk to you now. Since you ignored my message.”
“I was busy. With my friends. I’m sure you saw that.”
I know he did.
Good man for admitting the truth.
“So about that drink?”
Should I stay? Should I go? I know I want to stay.
“Sure. Why not.”
“Private or public.”
“Tough one. The type of drink will determine the place.”
“Hmm. Whiskey.” Why lie. He asked.
I bite my lip and smile.
“You ready to leave?” I ask
“Yes. Was ready to leave hours ago but you kept me waiting.”
“I’m waiting for you then.”
“I’ll be right back.”
He turns and heads back to the restaurant. Isn’t this what I wanted. I’m not looking for a silly relationship. I have no time for that at the moment. But I will get what I want from this. If it means a drink and mind blowing kisses at the end of it then fine. My night would have been made. Perfect right. Isn’t this what most people want. A lady who decides what she wants before she gets it. Here is to a night worth finishing.
Ever thought of a plan through? To the very end. Like I will chill with a guy only and drink. That’s it. Maybe and kiss or two and it ends there but you don’t stop there and you have to change the plan and accommodate the extra you never saw coming.
That’s my predicament. Here is how I’m doing. I met a guy who got my number through some bet and he asked me out for drinks. The plan was to chill or talk, drink and maybe get a kiss or two. Well we talked. Or he talked and I listened and answered when he asked.
Rule 6: People reveal a lot about themselves by talking a lot so let them talk and you just listen. By the time they are through you walk away into the night. Gone.
So tell me why I’m in his car, tipsy as hell, in the car park of some flats, sitting on his lap, making out with him knowing where exactly this is going to go. We both knew where this was heading. But I wasn’t ready. Granted I wore the dress and the right lingerie. No I wasn’t ready. You know as a woman you have to imagine the act before it becomes a real act and a memory.
I should stop this and breathe. I need to think my plan through. Do I want to raise the infamous body count? Gosh. He is so attractive. Why is he looking at me like that. Alcohol is so bad for your brain. Remember this. I pull back and look at him. This could be someone’s husband or boyfriend and I’m with him. Does it matter? Of course it does. Maybe. No. Who cares? No one is watching us.
He kisses me. Let me be truthful. It’s not panty dropping but it’s good enough to move a panty down. Why should I be picky when I want more. I’m beyond caring about the sleep with a man on a first meet up. It never mattered. What matters now is my need.
“Lodge? Or my place?”
“Boring or Thrilling?”
“Thrilling. I like you.” He whispers.
“This car is enough.” I respond.
“Are you sure?”
Awwww he’s caring. He’s single. Fine by me. But I am not waking up next to him tomorrow. Neither am I attempting wall of shame. I will go back to my room and pretend this never happened. So the car will do just fine for me. I don’t answer him. I just show him.
One last kiss. Just one. Done.
I open the door to his car and walk out. Is not safe? I think so. He did suggest to escort me to my room but no. Totally unnecessary. If he had then he would end up sleeping over. So no. No need for us to prolong the drama. We both got what we wanted. No third rounds. No need. Plus I needed my bed and not some strangers. Isn’t that the idea of a one night stand. It is right. In as much as I wanted my dress to end on the floor of a bedroom the car was just fine too.
I get to my room. Roomie is still studying. Gosh this lady has no life. It’s always her books come first. What a boring life if I must say.
I don’t bother changing. I take off my heels and lay on my bed. Sleep doesn’t come fast. It never has. I wish it could. Now it’s just me and my thoughts. Just us two against the world. My school is almost at an end. Fourth year almost done. Just a few more months. And I’ll be out in society living my life. Who knew I would get here? Who knew I would be strong enough to get here?
I fall asleep with the thought of graduation. My life would finally he starting. And the last thought on mind is if I will still be the same woman by the time I graduate.
Life is so unpredictable. I learnt to roll with it.
Last exam over. Written, handed in and geared to party.
The relief I feel. I’m proud of myself. I did it. I can’t wait to drink and party. I’m waiting for Valerie to call me and let me know if she’s in the car park with Tendai and his buddies. One of Tendai’s friends is hosting an end of school party for the school enders. A braii of some sorts as Valerie had implied when she had invited me. So here I am waiting hoping she calls soon.
My phone rings at that moment.
Samuneti: Hey. Congratulations. Hope the exam was easy. Happy for you. Wanna link up tonight? Drinks, a movie, dinner my place.
I smile. Samuneti and I have sort become friends. Yes granted who does that? Turn a one night stand into a friend. But we are cool. He is the one night stand guy that called back over and over again. And I’m the girl who decided to keep him around.
And no, not only for fun but for friendship too. Friend zoned with benefits. I’ve been hanging out with him and to be honest he’s actually a nice guy. I actually enjoy being with him.
Me: Hey. Sure. Don’t mind. I have something to attend with friends. I’ll call you when I’m done.
Valarie: Car park let’s go.
I quickly leave my room and off to the car park I go. Time to party.
Too clingy. Gosh he’s going to come to me if I don’t move away.
Parties. Always the same people every time. I’m bored. The braii is underway and people are actually enjoying themselves. Music. Food. Swimming for those ago are proud to show the world their bodies, games and probably others are making out.
Oh crap. Mr clingy has seen me. He’s coming. I can’t stand him and his declarations. There is always that one man in a woman’s life who thinks he is her gift from God. I make my way from the pool area and walk to the house and into the living room. I need a drink. I quietly walk distracted by my thoughts heading to the kitchen. I believe I saw some whisky bottles there.
It’s always the things you least expect, the things you would other wise ignore if it didn’t matter to you that always slap you in the face abs bring you back to reality.
As I turn into a hallway, some loud probably drunk guy hits into me and e walks away without apologizing. I should have seen him but something caught my eye. More like someone. I swear these hotties find themselves in my radar all the time.
And there he stood facing his girlfriend or buddy or whoever the girl he was talking to was. I’m sure it’s him. Or maybe I’m imagining things. And if I am then I’m going to admit that I want that guy with the girl. He smiles and then he laughs with those lips to die for. I’m amused. He looks different though. He has a beard. Short. It suits him I guess but he would look better with it shaved off. And I stand staring at him. He has my attention. And then he bends in close to the girl and whispers something in her ear. She laughs. Lucky her. He turns his head to my direction and his eyes meet mine. Oh my gosh.
I look away and quickly turn around heading back the way I came from. I need to get away. I do not want to be here anymore. I should call Samuneti and ask him to pick me up. I shouldn’t be here. Where is my phone?
I walk outside and bump into Mr Clingy. Oh my word. He tries to talk to me but I ignore him and walk away heading to were the braii stands are. Maybe if I stay hidden then he won’t find me or look for me. Why did I think staring at him was worth it? To confirm what exactly.
I’m not looking. I’m not seeing a thing. My mind is a mess of memories at the moment. Maybe I should go outside the gate. I head towards the open gate. To silence. Away from the crowd. Towards the cars parked. Maybe I should call Valerie to ask Tendai to take me to Samuneti’s house. Where the hell is my phone.
Maybe I should……
Some things never change. I turn around and come face to face with him. I was right. He looks different but it’s a grownup different. His brown eyes look at me. He is not what I imagined he would be. He should be twenty-six now.
So this is what love feels like. Like you were in a dark room and this person brings in a light that never stops shining. And when another that hates the light hides it from you, your whole world goes dark and some how you get lost in the darkness grabbing at anything until the light finds it’s way out again. It’s like love at first sight. You look and you don’t stop looking. Instead you start to memorize each mark on their face etching it onto your heart.
That’s what I’m doing. Memorizing his face. My heart is unable to contain this feeling. I’m overwhelmed by an emotion I thought I gave up on. I’m reminded of why I am the way I am. I’m reminded of the love I lost. The pain of going off on my path of self discovery. I’m reminded of a love so pure. I’m breathless. And he just looks at me. He can see I exist. And right now I don’t want to exist. I want to leave, run away or just disappear like I always do but I can’t.
“So you ran away. I followed you. You look beautiful.”
Silence. I have no words for him. What can I say?
“Are you gonna say anything? I did catch you staring at me. So I think you owe me a hi.”
Silence. I owe him a hi. I don’t know if it will be enough.
“Okay. This is awkward.. I will go. Forget I followed you. Enjoy your evening.” He turns away
Sometimes life tests you by throwing a curveball. Do you dodge it or do you let it hit you and you keep moving towards your intended direction?
What if this is the only chance I get to see the curve ball in action. What if this is a sign.
What to do. Follow my heart or my mind. I’m lost.
My lips part of their own doing. My heart and mind are in sync.
“Hello Isaac.” I say
I see him turn around and face me. He smiles. The same smile I knew years ago.
And the tough exterior I built over the years chips and breaks into tiny pieces. My heart beats again.
“It’s been a long time Isabelle. How are you?”
I laugh. Happiness or shock. I don’t know. How should I be?
But here is what I do know.
Rule 6: If loves dares you to a face off then dare love back. Grab it by the horns and make it see you your way. Only your way.
“Yes. It has been a long time.” I answer
“I better thank my lucky stars I attended this braii. I’ve been hoping I’d run into you or just see you somewhere.”
What am I supposed to say to that? Why?
“But this is so much better than I expected. Much later of course but better.” He continues. “We should talk.”
No. Who does that? You see someone for the first time in years and next you need to talk. Selfish. I just figured out this man is still alive and he wants to talk. No. I don’t need this right now. My heart is racing. I want to breathe. Alone. This is too much for me and now he wants to talk. No.
“No. I can’t. Isaac it’s been too long. There is nothing to say. I’m fine. You look fine.” Of course he does. He’s something. No. Don’t go there brain of mine. “We’ve both moved on. What’s there to talk about?” I ask
“You surely can’t pretend that you don’t remember.”
Remember what? Is he sick?
“I lived the life. I lived it like you said I should. I did that. I stayed away from you for years. Just for you. I didn’t call you or anything because I said I wouldn’t. Just for you. All for you. But you have to hear me out. That’s the promise we made.”
He wants to do this now. At a braii. Really. He just can’t keep silent. I can’t fight him. I just can’t fight him. This is what love is. It keeps you rooted to one spot. Ready to fight. What does he want from me?
“What do you want?” I ask “I haven’t seen you in over four years. Give me a break. I need to think. What do you want from me?”
Can he see I’m tired. Does he care?
“For you to answer a question I told you I would ask you if I ever saw you again. I don’t care about how you feel seeing me tonight. I really don’t. I did my time. I need an answer.”
I forgot about that. I forgot about the last thing he told me when I last saw him. In the hospital as I cried for the child I had killed. The promise he made me. The promise I made him. The promise we held. How could I forget that? Because I was so fixated on ensuring he became the man I wanted him to be.
“Are you finally done? Are you finally healed? Are you finally alright? Have you lived the life you always wanted? Are you happy? Because if you are I will leave. So are you finally ready to be with a man that still loves you Isabelle.”
I think you already know the answer to that question.