The Single Guy Diary (Part Eight)

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I’m not a stalker (well, not in every sense of the word), but I had to checked out all of Jane’s Facebook pictures.

Actually, I did that to trace the kind of men she’s been with and how ‘jerky’ their pictures would look. What I didn’t realize was the fact that no lady keeps the pictures of their ‘ex-es’ locked in their photo albums. However, I stumbled upon one of the albums; she named it “#TeamBitches”.

That caught my curiosity.

I quickly tapped to see, and there I found what would make me start thinking I’m being manipulated; Ivy, Anabel, herself and someone that looked like Sophie, all in some Prestige Pirates of the Caribbean Angelica Costumes.

Other pictures of them showed their faces even more clearly without the costumes. It was like a clique of friends on the Caribbean Island for a vacation.

Now I don’t know what to think. My mind went numb for a second.

“Wait, Duke! Do these girls actually know each other?” I asked myself in awe, totally in awe.

Oh! I think I’m missing something here. I didn’t even tell you what happened last night.

We eventually met at Rhapsody, one of my favorite Ikoyi joints.

She was exactly as she looked in her fb pictures; tall, fair, bright bold eyes, pointed nose and thin lips like those of the whites.

I made order for the drinks and we got talking.

Even though I tried so hard to be myself, she quickly noticed I was kind of shy. She was like “stop being coy, Duke”.

We both laughed and I leveraged on that as though I was actually being coy. (One of those things, you know).

As I listened to her, I felt a well of pity for such a gorgeous damsel. On sight, she’s every man’s dream. I just couldn’t understand why she had to go through all that.

“Now tell me, do you still imagine your future with a man?” I asked.

“Heck no! Men are…”

“Hey don’t give me that anymore; it’s all over your timeline.” I interrupted.

She paused, tucked her thin black hair behind each ear, then squints like a little girl as she sipped her drink through a pink straw.

I didn’t even know what to say to her anymore as I was careful enough not to fall into ‘that emotional trap’.

We talked a little further and afterwards, I asked her to always call whenever she needed to talk to someone. Would that be my mistake? I hope not.

We hugged and she thanked me for listening.

As we both came out to the lobby, she turned and gave me an unexpected kiss on the cheek. “I really appreciate this, Duke. Thank you!”

I gently helped her closed her white Ford Focus door as she zoomed off.

I got home and I just couldn’t take her off my head. And that was when I decided to go have a peep at her Facebook albums, where I found what has left me in total confusion.

As I sat there in my bewildered state, Neil and Sophie walked in. She was more alive than ever. I quickly adjusted and promised myself I wasn’t going to say a thing.

Obviously, it was a great weekend for them and I didn’t want to ruin it, just yet.


© 2014 Michael Agene

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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