Statutory warning: the humour is intended for simple entertainment, author does not intend to offend any person, character or norms of society in any way.
To pretend is to act.
When we pretend to act like someone, we gradually transform into a perso...
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Chapter 2
"Now I cannot say that it was a pleasure meeting you." She eyed between the half empty can of pepsi and my dripping head. And I am very sure she is struggling the deride laughter as she pressed her tout lips profusely "Can I?"
My eyes linger a pit longer on her pink pout that were shouting soft fruitiness.
I suppressed my deep desire to reckon my observation...
Heaven's sake, she was Sia, Sia, my bestfriend's almost sister and f#cK! She was eight years too younger than me.
However her skeptical eyes as she eyed between the chair and the seat besides me on the plush cushioned sofa made me sink into my seat.
Being embarrassed was never in my dictionary..
I was the jock, the heartthrob, the charmer and Mr. Popular till the stupid stupid idea of settling down for a happily ever after crossed my mind.
Why why why do I have to believe in true love and soul mates?
Being rejected, humiliated and dumped by a girl is quite embarrassing but having a witness to the same...
Do you get it where this conversation is going??...
Especially when the kin to your misfortune is a very young and pretty girl.
Well I still have my charms. I can try them' I give a small pep talk to myself "That was one hell of drama with the eggyolk." I commented as I eased on the gray green sofa of the five star restaurant.
Well as easy as I could feel with myself soaked in the aerated drink feeling like a marinated piece of chicken.
'Eggyolk?" she was utterly confused
"Your date for the evening. No offenses though but he was dressed in yellow and chipping annoyingly throughout, I couldn't help"
"Well date.." she made a small wolf whistle "I like it. Quite sophisticated name don't you think?" she asked as she stretched to pick the glass of water but stopped abruptly.
I was about to ask but the conversation was bit too interesting so I went with the flow.
"Sophisticate? Eggyolk? What am I missing here?" I asked leaning a little more towards her, couldn't help her lemon and fruit fragrance was mesmerizing and I couldn't get enough of it.
Surely by the end of evening I would ask her which brand of perfume she was wearing
I got to be kidding myself!!!
"Oh I like the terminology of date, blind date that you gave to meeting the prospect for your wedding." She eyed the glass again and then pushed herself back on the sofa for additional comfort.
