is a sequel to my very first diary (Diary of a single Naija babe), one of my
first posts on this blog.*Do
not read this at work. If you are at work or a public place, close the window
and step away from your computer or phone now! I repeat, DO NOT READ THIS!* Now
go ahead and read hehehe…
I met this really hot dude last Tuesday and damn, he
took my breathe away!
Let me give you a little insight into who I am, I am
one of the happy-go innocent Naija babes who love good things (I mean, who doesn’t). Oh, I forgot to add that I am a bit shy;
actually, I am really shy, so shy to the extent that if any of my crush
approaches me for the first time, I incredibly become speechless!
So, back to the hot dude I met last Tuesday, yeah, I
know it’s a week ago but the truth is, I am yet to get over him (my bad).
After having had a busy day at the office, I flagged
down a bike to drop me at the gate to the estate I live in (Bikes are not allowed into the estate…Lagos
Law). It was while approaching the gate that I noticed him (actually, the appropriate word is, ‘saw’ not
‘noticed’)…he was answering a phone call.
I started to walk away but I found “me” looking at him
again and this time our eyes met. Oh gosh, I wanted to look away, I badly
wanted to but I just couldn’t and all of a sudden my lips parted way and then I
released a broad smile. Yeah, about the
smile, I tried so hard to conceal it but I just couldn’t.
I foolishly hanged on to the smile for some seconds, with
the hope that he would walk up to me and you know…*coughs* but he didn’t. I
tossed my hair and switched my bag shoulders (my hand bag was initially on my left shoulder but in a bid to buy time,
I put it on the right shoulder and then the left again) …I was trying to
send him a message but he was so involved with his call.
I sighed and turned away since my tactics weren’t
working and it was then he stopped me.
The butterflies in my tummy came alive as soon as I
heard his voice, damn, his smile was absolutely and truly breath-taking, and oh
yes, the best part was when he held on to my palm (after our quick handshake) and said “you r really cute you know”.
We did a little tete-a-tete (I never wanted it to end) and then I was certain that he was going
to ask for my phone number, as a matter of fact, I brought out my phone (yeah I did, to answer a ‘fake’ quick call but
the hidden motive was for him to ask me for my phone number). I was almost
so certain that he was going to ask until he gave me a tract and said ‘Jesus
loves you’…the rest is history now!
You know, I
really want to see him again…for being so sexy and for smelling so
damn good and…Oh no, there is someone (a really important someone) that mustn’t
see this. If he does, I’m dead for sure.*winks*