About two years ago, someone sent me a request on my blackberry messanger and I accepted, I always give every stranger a fair chance at expressing themselves, "m nice like that.
She had gotten my pin from a friend she wouldn't mention, and since I was overly busy that saturday morning, I never cared to push it- maybe I should have.
Anyways, we gradually got acquainted and I accepted to meet with her after much persuation; my shakara is much like that, I know.
She was good looking in a geeky way, had cash (no be say I broke o) and spoke well. The latter is one major quality I always look out for in anyone I come across.
"I'lld rather we stick to being friends", Ronke had asked me out 24hrs after we officially met, Yes she did and not like I was any surprised than the day I discovered my "underarms" were getting grassy.
I don't mean to blow my trumpet, but "m good looking like that, enough to knock "honeyzzz" off their feet...
Ronke was sure disappointed at the reply she got but she tagged along and we got comfortable with each other. We stayed that way for a long time but I could sense she wasn't contented with just the friendship, she yearned for more and out of pity I was gonna indulge but...
To Be Contd.